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FROM  THE  BEST  AUTHORS; 


BY    ELDERS 
PAUL  HIMES  AND  JONATHAN  WILSON. 


Let  the  inhabitants  of  the  rock  sing.    Isaiah  xlii.  11. 

O  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  sing  for  joy,  for  thou  shajt 
judge  the  people  righteously  and  govern  the  cations  upon 
earth.    Selah.    Psalm  lxvii.  4. 


GREENFIELD,  Mass. 

PUBLISHED   BY  CLABK  A.KD  HTOT. 

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DISTIUCT  OF  MASSACHUSETTS,  to  wit: 

DISTRICT   CLERK'S  OFFICE 

BE  it  remembered,  that  on  the  twenty  first  day  of  Novem- 
ber, A.  D.  1816,  and  in  the  forty  first  year  of  the  Independ- 
ence of  the  United  States  of  America,  Jonathan  Wilson, 
ot  the  said  district,  has  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a 
book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  pi-oprietor,  in  the 
words  following,  to  wit: 

«  A  SELECTION  OF  HYMNS,  from  the  best  authors, 
by  Eldeis  Paui:  Hikes  and  Jonathan,  Wilson."  Let  the 
inhabitants  of  the  rock  sing  Isaiah  xlii.  11  O  let  the  nations 
be  glad  and  sing  for  joy,  for  thou  shalt  judge  the  people 
righteously,  and  govern  the  nations  upon  earth.  Selah. 
Psalm  lxvii.  4. 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress  ot  the  United 
States,  entitled,  "  An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning, 
by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts  and  looks,  to  the 
authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times 
therein  mentioned;"  and  also  to  an  Act  entitled,  "  An  Act 
supplementary  to  an  Act.  entitled  an  Act  for  the  encourage- 
ment of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts, 
and  books  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned;  and  extending  the 
benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and 
etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

WM   S.  SHAW, 
Clerk  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


C.J   NEWCOMH,  PRINTER, 
DEERFIELl). 


HYMNS. 

HYMN  I.  L.  M. 

"  Jls  thy  day  is,  so  shall  thy  strength  be.' 

1  AFFLICTED  saint  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day?" 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name: 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Of  sore  affictions,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


4  SELECTED 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue, 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 
And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

HYMN  2.  L.  M. 

Why  does  the  cause  of  christ  run  so  low? 

1  ALAS!  alas!  why  is  it  so, 

That  Jesus'  cause  should  run  so  low? 
Is  love  so  cold,  and  faith  so  weak, 
That  none  for  Jesus  now  can  speak? 

2  Where  is  the  love  and  heavenly  zeal, 
That  christians  formerly  did  feel, 
When  they  did  meet  and  joyful  tell, 
The  love  of  their  Immanuel? 

3  Is  there  no  virtue  in  his  cause, 
That  we  do  not  obey  his  laws? 
Or,  is  there  now  no  saving  taste, 
In  Jesus'  love  and  pard'ning  grace? 

4  OnceZion's  gates  did  much  rejoice, 
When  many  met  with  heart  and  voice, 
And  fill'd  her  courts  with  songs  of  praise, 
And  glory  crown'd  the  heav'nly  lays. 

5  Young  converts  then  did  praise  the  Lord, 
They  sung  his  praise  with  one  accord; 
While  older  christians  caught  the  flame, 
And  spake  the  glory  of  his  name. 

6  Short  is  the  time  that's  roll'd  away, 
Since  we  did  see  a  glorious  day, 


HYMNS. 

When  many  did  to  Jesus  bow, 

But  where  are  those  professors  now? 

7  Many  that  did  with  zeal  set  out, 
And  for  a  while  did  live  devout, 
Have  turn'd  aside  to  right  and  left, 
But  few  in  Zion's  ways  are  left! 

8  Once  christians  did  religion  feel, 
Abroad  at  home,  or  in  the  field, 
And  when  they  saw  each  others  face, 
Their  theme  was  all  redeeming  grace. 

9  But  now  so  worldly  grown,  that  they 
But  seldom  find  an  heart  to  pray; 
The  christian  is  but  here  and  there, 
That  daily  seeks  the  Lord  by  pray'r! 

10  Cut  short  these  days,  0  Lord,  and  come, 
And  bring  us  humble  round  thy  throne, 
And  we  again  shall  love  thy  laws, 
Again  espouse  thy  bleeding  cause, 

HYMN  3    L.  M. 

Beware  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord* 

1  ATTEND  my  soul,  the  sacred  page, 
Let  all  its  truths  thy  pow'rs  engage; 
And  mark  this  passage  on  record, 
JSeicare,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord, 

2  My  sinful  nature  proves,  indeed, 
That  I  this  caution  daily  need; 
O  ma v  it  in  my  heart  be  stor'd, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

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3  If  health,  and  wealth,  and  joys  abound, 
And  all  thy  lower  hopes  be  crown'dj 
Then,  O  my  soul  this  truth  regard, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

4  Or  if  quite  different  scenes  appear, 
And  want  and  poverty  are  here; 
And  thou  from  earthly  joys  art  barr'd, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

5  If  in  thee  fierce  temptations  rage, 
Or  hosts  of  hell  thy  soul  engage, 
Then,  be  thou  mindful  of  this  word, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

6  Through  all  thy  pilgrimage  below, 
In  paths  of  comfort,  or  of  woe; 
"Whilst  thou  hast  life  to  hear  his  word, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

7  Look  up,  my  soul,  and  onward  press, 
Leaning  on  all  sufficient  grace, 

And  come  what  will,  think  on  this  word, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

HYMN  4.  C.  M. 

The  soldier  of  the  cross. 

X  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
Must  I  not  stem  th«  flood? 


HYMNS. 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

3  Shall  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  ofease? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail  through  the  bloody  seas? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  grasp  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  5.  S.  M. 

Death,  Judgment,  and  Eternity* 

1  AND  am  I  born  to  die? 
To  lay  this  body  down? 

And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown? 

2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 
Unpierc'd  by  human  thought! 

The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  are  forgot! 


SELECTED 

Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
Will  then  my  portion  be! 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd 
And  see  the  flaming  skies! 

How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb! 
With  triumph  or  regret! 
A  fearful  or  a  joytul  doom, 
A  curse,  or  blessing  meet! 

Will  angel- bands  convey 
Their  brother  to  the  bar? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away 
To  meet  her  sentence  there? 

0  thou  that  would'st  not  have 
One  whretched  sinner  die, 

Who  dy'd  thyself  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery: 

Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  awful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

1  may  with  joy  appear. 

HYMN  6.  S.  M. 
The  expiring  reprobate. 

AH!  whence  that  hollow  groan? 
It  comes  from  yonder  bed: 


HYMNS. 

A  gasping  rebel  sinks  oppress'd; 
His  joys  and  hopes  are  fled! 

That  awful  scene  arrives 
Which  impiously  he  dar'd; 
He  now  must  stand  before  his  Judge, 
And  knows  he's  not  prepar'd! 

See  what  a  clamy  sweat 
Bedews  his  pallid  face! 
Each  feature  now  is  sadly  chang'd; 
No  comfort  there  we  trace! 

Those  eyes  suflfus'd  with  tears, 
Are  cast  with  anguish  down; 
To  heav'n  he  dares  not  lift  them  up, 
Expecting  thence  a  frown! 

His  tongue  and  quiv'ring  lips 
Their  silence  strangely  keep; 
Nor  rail,  nor  scoff  at  humble  souls, 
Because  for  sin  they  weep. 

No  more  with  blasphemy 
His  rattling  throat  distends: 
Forgotten  now  his  noisy  mirth, 
And  all  his  mirthful  friends! 

His  tortur'd  mind  no  more 
On  trifles  now  can  rest; 
He  seeks  relief  from  weeping  friends, 
But  feels  the  more  distrest. 

Midst  sobs,  and  doubts,  and  fears 
I  saw  him  breathe  his  last! 
Forthwith  to  God,  the  righteous  Judge, 


10  SELECTED 

Th'  immortal  spirit  pass'd! 

9  Come  ye,  who  loudly  boast, 
And  make  a  mock  at  sin, 

Who  eager  join  the  revel  rout, 
To  take  new  pleasures  in: 

10  See  what  a  baleful  end 
Awaits  your  mad  career! 

Turn,  and  forsake  your  darling  sins, 
Whilst  mercy  still  is  near. 

HYMN  7.   llth  M. 
Death  happy  to  the  saint. 

1  AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
No  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair; 

Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 

2  With  solemn  delight  I  survey 
The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 

3  How  bless'd  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind; 
How  easv  the  soul,  that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind! 

4  Of  evil  incapable  thou, 
Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

5  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 


HYMNS.  1  1 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain, 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

6  No  anger  hence  forward  or  shame, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

7  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet  immovable  breast, 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 

8  This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

9  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 
Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 

10  The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies; 
These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes 
And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

11  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
While  bound  in  a  pris'n  I  breathe; 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 

12  What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
0  might  I  this  moment  become, 


12  SELECTED 

My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  fiesli  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb. 

HYMN  8.  S.  M. 

Universal  Obedience. 

1       ALL  you  that  in  the  flood 
Have  own'd  your  holy  Lord, 
And  to  his  people  joia'd  yourselves, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  In  Zion  you  must  dwell, 
Her  altar  ne'er  forsake; 

Must  come  to  all  her  solemn  feasts, 
And  all  her  joys  partake. 

3  She  must  employ  your  thoughts, 
And  your  unceasing  care; 

Her  welfare  be  your  constant  wish. 
And  her  increase  your  pray'r. 

4  With  humbleness  of  mind, 
Amongst  her  sons  rejoice; 

A  meek  and  quiet  spirit  is 
With  God  of  highest  price. 

5  Never  offend  nor  grieve 
Your  brethren  in  the  way, 

But  shun  the  dark  abodes  of  strife, 
Like  children  of  the  day. 

6  Highly  in  love  esteem 
Your  pastures  in  the  Lord, 

The  means  of  life  on  them  bestow 
Who  labour  in  the  word. 


HYMNS.  13 

HYMN  9.  S9th  M. 
The  christian's  triumph. 

1  ALMIGHTY  love  inspire, 
My  heart  with  sacred  lire, 
And  animate  desire, 

My  soul  to  renew: 
I  love  the  blessed  Jesus 
On  whom  each  angel  gazes, 
Where  sympathy  increases 

Above  th'  ethereal  blue. 

2  My  tender  hearted  Jesus, 
His  love  my  heart  amazes, 
Who  once  came  down  to  save  us, 

When  lost  and  undone; 
No  seraph  could  redeem  us, 
No  angel  could  retrieve  us, 
No  armies  could  relieve  us, 

But  Jesus  Christ  alone. 

3  In  him  I  have  believed, 
And  he  my  soul  retrieved, 
From  sin  he  has  relieved. 

My  soul  which  was  dead; 
And  now  I  love  my  Saviour. 
For  I  am  in  his  favor, 
And  hope  with  him  forever, 

The  golden  streets  to  tread. 

4  Yet  here  a  while  [  stay, 
In  hope  of  that  glad  day. 
When  I  am  call'd  away 

above; 


14  SELECTED 

There  to  enjoy  the  pleasure 
Of  unconsuming  treasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure, 
Hallelujahs  ot  love. 

9  The  hope  of  seeing;  Jesus, 
When  all  my  conflict  ceases, 
My  love  to  him  increases. 

His  name  to  adore; 
Come,  O  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  this  favor, 
To  dwell  with  thee  forever, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

6  Then  in  the  blooming  garden, 
Regain'd  by  Christ's  free  pardon, 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

I'll  worship  the  Lamb; 
And  join  the  song  of  Moses, 
While  Jesus  sweet  Composes, 
A  song  that  never  closes, 

Of  praises  to  his  name. 

HYMN  10.  44th  M. 
Christian  Union. 

1  ATTEND,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 

Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell 
And  feel  a  blessed  Union. 

2  When  first  he  view'd  me  from  oa  high, 
And  saw  mv  soul  in  ruin  lie: 


HYMNS. 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
With  God  you  have  no  Union. 

3  Then  T  began  to  mourn  and  cry; 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly; 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die: 
Salvation  then  I  strove  to  buy: 

But  still  I  had  no  Union. 

4  But  when  my  Saviour  took  me  in. 
And  with  his  blood  did  wash  me  clean, 
'Twas  when  I  hated  ev'ry  sin: 

And  O  what  seasons  I  have  seen, 
Since  I  have  felt  this  Union.' 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day; 
'From  house  to  house  I  went  to  pray 

And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 
I  always  had  some  word  to  say- 
About  this  blessed  Union. 

6  I  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heav'rily  arches  ring, 
With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  souls  to  Union. 

7  Return,  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  saj; 

Be  careful  that  you  watch  and  pray; 
Come,  bear  your  cross  from  day  today, 
And  then  you'll  feel  this  Union. 

8  We  soon  shall  break  all  nature's  ties, 


16  SELECTED 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  skies; 
And  gain  the  mark,  and  win  the  prize, 
And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union. 

9  Soon  all  the  saints,  now  here  below, 
Will  leave  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe, 
And  they  will  home  to  glory  go; 

And  then  they'll  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
And  feel  this  heav'nl v  Union. 

10  Then  we  the  glorious  Lamb  shall  see, 
Who  groan'd  and  dy'd  upon  the  tree, 
And  spilt  his  blood  for  you  and  me, 
That  we  might  his  salvation  see, 

And  feel  this  glorious  Union. 

11  When  we  recount  life's  dangers  o'er; 
Review  the  labors  which  we  bore, 
And  see  ourselves  safe  on  the  shore, 
With  love  our  Conqu'ror  wre'll  adore 

And  feel  increasing  Union. 

12  When  countless  years  have  roll'd  away, 
Our  vigor  suff 'ring  no  decay, 

We'll  all  as  one  with  rapture  say, 
We  still  remember  well  the  day, 
Our  souls  first  felt  this  Union. 

13  Hail,  glorious  Jesus!  reign  on  high; 
'Tis  thou  that  brought  us  rebels  nigh: 
We'll  shout  redemption  through  the  sky; 
And  praise  thee  to  eternity, 

For  such  a  glorious  Union. 

14  The  hosts  of  heav'n  will  all  agree 


HYMNS.  17 

In  rapt'rous  strains  of  praise  to  thee, 
Shouting,"  Eternal  glory  be 
To  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three," 
For  such  an  eniess  Union. 

HYMN  11.  13th  M. 

Arise  my  love,  my  fair  one,  and  come  away. 

1  ARISE  my  dear  love,  my  undefil'd  dove, 

1  hear  my  dear  Jesus  to  say, 
The  winter  is  past,  the  spring's  come  at  last; 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

2  The  earth  that  is  green,  is  fair  to  be  seen, 

The  flowers  appearing  in  May, 
All  speak  forth  the  praise  of  the  Ancient  of 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away.         [days; 

3  All  smiling  in  love  the  young  turtle  dove, 

The  little  birds  chirping  do  say, 
That  they  do  rejoice  in  each  other's  voice; 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

4  Come  from  the  world's  cares,   those  trouble- 

some snares, 
That  follow  you  night  and  by  day, 
That  you  may  be  free  from  the  troubles  that  be; 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

5  Away  from  all  fear  that  troubles  you  here, 

Come  into  my  arms  he  doth  say, 
That  you  may  be  clear  from  the  troubles  you 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away.  [fear; 

6  Away  from  all  pride,  from  that  raging  tide, 

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That  makes  you  fall  out  by  the  way; 
Come  learn  to  be  meek,  your  Jesus  to  seek; 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

7  To  you  that  are  old,  whose  hearts  are  grown 

Your  Jesus  inviting  doth  say,  [cold, 

That  he's  heard  your  cries  in  the  north  coun- 

My  love,  my  dove,  come  away.  [tries; 

S  And  you  that  are  young,  your  hearts  are  now 
Your  Jesus  invites  you  away  [strong, 

From  antichrist's  charms,  to  Jesus'  kind  arms; 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

9  And  as  to  the  youth,  that  have  known  the 

truth. 
Whose  hearts  here  have  led  them  astray, 
Come  hear  to  his  voice,  and  you  shall  rejoice; 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away. 

10  My  dear  children  all,  come  hear  to  my  call, 

Behold  1  stand  knocking  and  say, 
My  head's  wet  with  dew,  my  children  for  you; 
My  love,  my  dove,  came  away. 

11  My  fatlings  are  kiJPd,  my  table  is  fill'd, 

My  maidens  attending  do  say — 
There's   wine   on  the  lees  as  much  as  you 
My  love,  my  dove,  come  away.        please; 

12  Come  travel  the  road  that  leads  you  to  God, 

For  it  is  a  bright  shining  way; 
Come  follow  your  love  to  mansions  above; 
M\  love,  ray  dove,  come  away. 


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HYMN  12.  L.  M. 

Unbelief. 

1  ALL  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near, 
To  my  complaint  pray  lend  an  ear, 
And  help  me  to  condole  my  grief, 

For  I'm  distress'd  with  unbelief. 

2  Sometimes  I'm  such  a  stupid  clod, 
1  doubt  th'  existence  of  a  God; 
But  still  his  terrors  work  my  grief 
While  hope  is  drown'd  in  unbelief. 

3  When  thus  I'm  sore  distress'd  all  day, 
When  evening  comes  I  fain  would  pray, 
And  beg  for  pardon  and  relief; 

"  But  there's  no  God,"  savs  unbelief. 


4  But  who  did  all  things  first  create? 
Was  it  not  God  the  wise  and  great? 
While  I  would  thus  assuage  my  grief, 
"  You  have  no  soul,"  says  unbelief. 

5  But  then  I  make  this  quick  reply. 
What  makes  me  then  afraid  to  die? 
And  after  death  to  dread  the  grief, 
Which  I  must  have  for  unbelief. 

6  Beside  the  Saviour  came  to  die, 
The  souls  of  men  to  purify; 
Which  clearly  proves  for  our  relief, 
That  men  have  souls,  O  unbelief! 

7  Bless'd  be  my  God,  that  now  I  see 
That  Jesus  gave  himself  for  me; 


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I'll  praise  his  name  who  bore  my  grief, 
And  saves  my  soul  from  unbelief. 

HYMN  13.20th  M. 
The  birth  of  the  Saviour  notified  by  avgels. 

1  AS  shepherds  in  Jewry  were   guarding  their 

sheep, 
Promisc'ously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  sight, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  watchers  by  night: 
Dismiss  all  your  sorrows   and   banish  your 

fears, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears. 

2  Though    Adam    the   first  in   rebellion   was 

found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground; 
Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve 
The  loss  you  sustain  by  the  Devil  and  Eve, 
Then  Shepherds  be  tranquil  this  instant  arise. 
Go  visit  your  Saviour  and  see  where  he  lies. 

3  A  token  I  leave  you  whereby  you  may  find 
This  heav'nly  stranger,  this   friend  to  man- 
kind; 

A  manger's  his  cradle,  a  stall  his  abode, 
Thus  meekly  appears  your  Saviour  and  God, 
Then  Shepherds,  be  humble,  be  meek  and  be 

low, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  so. 


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4  This  wonderful  story  no  sooner  they  hear, 
Than  thousands  of  angels  in  glory  appear; 
They  join   in  the  concert  and  this  was  the 

theme, 
"  All  glory  to  God   and  good  will  towards 

men." 
"  Then  Shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voice 

to  the  choir, 
"And  catch  a  few  sparks  of  celestial  fire." 

5  Hosanna!  the  angels  in  extacy  cry, 
Hosanna!  the  wondering  shepherds  reply; 
Salvation,  redemption,  are  centered  in  one, 
All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son. 
Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to 

God, 
Go  visit  the  son  in  \i.\s  humble  abode. 

)  To  Bethlehem's  city  the  shepherds  repaird, 
For  full  confirmation  of  what  they  had  heard, 
They  enter'd  the  stable  with  aspect  so  mild, 
And  there  they  beheld  both  the  Mother  and 

child. 
Then  make  proclamation,  divulge  it  abroad, 
That  Jews  and  that  Gentiles  may  hear  of  their 
Lord. 

HYMN  14. 

Jacob's  ladder. 

L  AS  Jacob  on  his  journey  went, 
By  God  and  by  his  father  sent, 
He  came  to  Bethel  where  he  lay, 


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And  waited  for  another  (\%y; 

A  stone  was  for  hi*  pillow  laid, 

And  the  cold  ground  compos'd  his  bed, 

The  darkness  shrouded  him  around, 

And  the  blue  heavens  above  the  ground. 

£  All  nature  lay  repos'd  in  peace, 

And  the  swept  birds  their  music  cease, 
And  as  he  slept,  he  in  a  dream, 
Beheld  the  wonder  now  my  theme; 
A  ladder  of  amazing  length, 
Of  equal  breadth  of  equal  strength, 
Its  foot  on  earth  was  set  in  love, 
Its  top  did  reach  the  heavens  above. 

3  The  Lord  above  this  ladder  stood, 
Declared  himself  eternal  God, 
And  through  this  medium  I'll  fulfil 
My  counsel  and  eternal  will; 

I  am  thy  father's  God  dear  man, 
To  Abram  I  reveal'd  my  plan, 
The  same  to  Isaac  I  reveal'd, 
The  promise  now  to  thee  is  seal'd. 

4  My  covenant  to  thee  I  give, 

My  promise  good  with  thee  I  leave; 
Thou  shalt  be  blest  and  in  thy  seed 
All  nations  shall  be  blest  indeed; 
This  ladder  is  a  scene  to  show 
How  grace  to  man  can  freely  flow. 
Consistent  with  my  holy  law 
Which  ever  shines  without  a  flaw. 

5  To  Jacob  it  was  a  pleasing  theme, 


HYMN9. 

Inspired  by  God  he  had  this  dream, 
In  it  with  transport  he  beheld 
The.  way  to  bliss  was  now  reveaPd; 
His  soul  in  wonder  sfood  amaz'd, 
While  on  this  ladder  sweetly  gazed; 
On  it  he  saw  the  angels  rise. 
On  it  descending  from  the  skies. 

5  These  holy  ministers  of  flame. 
"Who  come  in  God,  Jehovah's  name, 
Attend  the  blessed  saints  below, 
It's  by  this  ladder  they  must  go; 
*Tis  by  this  figure  we  are  taught 
How  holy  angels  find  support, 
When  they  as  swift  as  lightning  fly 
To  do  the  will  of  God  most  high. 

7  This  ladder's  rounds  compos'd  of  love. 
Directs  the  soul  to  God  above, 

Its  sides  are  made  of  flesh  and  blood. 

United  with  the  eternal  God; 

O  what  a  bright  and  sweet  display, 

To  heaven  it  is  the  only  way; 

A  blessed  and  a  glorious  scene, 

By  which  the  gate  of  heaven  is  seen. 

8  With  peaceful  mind  did  Jacob  wake. 
With  awe  he  did  his  silence  break; 
This  place  is  awful,  lovely,  sweet. 
The  house  of  God  and  neaveu's  gate: 
This  ladder  for  support  was  made^ 
To  go  and  come  as  we  have  need: 
So  Jesus  is  the  Christian's  all. 

He  holds  them  up,  or  they  would  fall. 


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9  If  you  would  climb  some  building's  top. 
It's  by  the  help  of  such  a  prop; 
If  you  the  way  to  heaven  would  know, 
Up  Jacob's  ladder  you  must  go; 
By  faith  we  climb  this  ladder  up, 
By  faith  ascend  unto  the  top, 
And  every  step  is  made  by  grace 
To  reach  our  glorious  heavenly  place. 

HYMN  15.  C.  M. 

Death  and  Heaven. 

1  AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  and  die; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale. 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high: 
Shall  join  the  glorified  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain; 
And  glad  I  v  wander  up  and  down. 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain, 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  deliv'rer  come; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me': 

Before  my  ravished  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  paradise. 


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I  see  a  host  of  brethren  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  thej  bear. 

4  0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If  Lord  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  my  friends  again, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  16. 

The  life  of  a  christian, 

1  A  MIXTURE  of  joy  and  trouble  I  daily  do 

.pass  through, 
Some  imes   I'm  in  a  valley    sinking  dowa 

with  woe; 
Sometimes  I  am  exalted,  on  eagle's  wings 

I  fly, 
I  rise  above  old  Pisgah  and  almost  reach  the 

sky. 

2  Sometimes  I  am  doubting  and  think  I  have 

no  grace; 
Sometimes  I  am  a  shouting  and  Bethel  is  the 

place; 
Sometimes  my  hope's  so  little  I  think  I'll 

throw  it  by. 


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Sometimes  it  is  sufficient  if  I  were  called  to 
die. 

3  Sometimes  I  shun  the  christian  for  fear  he'll 

talk  to  me, 
Sometimes  he  is  the  neighbor  I  long  the  most 

to  see; 
Sometimes   we  meet  together,  the  season  s 

dry  and  dull, 
Sometimes  we  find  a  blessing  with  joy  it  fills 

my  soul. 

4  Sometimes   I   am   oppressed    by    Pharaoh's 

cruel  hand, 
Sometimes  1  look  o'er  Jordan  and  view  the 

promised  land; 
Sometimes  I  am  in  darkness,  sometimes   I  m 

.  in  the  light,  . 

Sometimes  my  soul  takes  wings  ot  taitn  ana 

then  I  speed  my  flight. 

5  Sometimes  I  go  a  mourning  down  Babylon's 

cold  stream, 

Sometimes  my  Lord's  religion  appears  to  be 
mv  theme;  m 

Sometimes  when  I  am  praying  it  seems  al- 
most a  task; 

Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  the  greatest  1 
can  ask. 

6  Sometimes  I  read  my  bible  and  'tis  a  sealed 

book, 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  wherever  1  do 

look: 


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Sometimes  I  go  to  meeting  and  wish  myself 

at  home: 
Sometimes  I  meet  my  Jesus,  and   then  I'm 

glad  I  come. 

7  Lord  why  am  I  thus  tossed,  thus  tossed  to 

and  fro; 
Why  are  my  hopes  thus  crossed   wherever  I 

do  go: 
O  Lord  thou  never  changest,  but  'tis  because 

I  stray; 
Lord  grant  me  thine  assistance  and  keep  me 

in  thy  way. 

HYMN  17.  L.  M. 

The  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul  in  joyful  lays; 
And  sing  thy  great  redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness  0  how  free! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness  O  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 


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He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness  O  how  good! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not! 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  shall  fail; 
O!  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

The  coronation  of  Christ, 

1  ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall! 
B  ring  forth  the  royal  diadem! 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  the  altar  call. 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all* 

5  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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4  Ye  Gentile  sinners  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  ami  the  gall; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 
Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tongue, 

On  this  terrestial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  19.  C.  M. 

By  grace  ye  are  saved. 

1  AMAZING  grace!  how  sweet  the  sound 

That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me! 
I  once  was  lost  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 


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I  have  already  come; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  for  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
I  shall  possess  within  the  vale, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God  who  call'd  me  here  below, 
Shall  be  forever  mine. 

HYMN  20.  11th  M. 
Mercy  celebrated. 

1  ALL  glory  to  mercy  we  bring, 
The  mercy  that  reigns  evermore, 
The  infinite  mercy  we  sing, 
The  mercy  eternal  adore. 

2  The  mercy  converting  we  prize, 
In  mercy  forgiving  delight, 

For  conquering  mercy  we  rise, 
We  rise,  and  triumphantly  fight. 

3  And  when  we  are  wounded  by  sin, 
And  scarce^  a  pray'r  can  repeat, 


HYMXS. 

The  mercy  that  heals  us  again, 
Is  mercy  transportingly  sweet. 

4  What  though  in  the  furnace  we  fall, 
Free  mercy  the  Saviour  proclaims; 
For  mercy  in  Jesus  we  call, 

And  glorify  God  in  the  flames. 

5  For  mercy  upholding  we  pray, 
For  mercy  confirming  aspire, 
For  mercy  that  leads  on  the  way 
To  God  and  the  glorify'd  choir. 

6  Lord,  more  of  thy  mercy  display, 
For  all  of  thy  mercy  we  love, 
And  mercy  shall  bear  us  away, 
To  regions  immortal  above. 

HYMN  21    L.  M. 

The  strength  of  faith, 

1  AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Fear  in  me  shall  no  more  have  place; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 
He  hides  the  brightness  ot  his  face. 

2  But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 
And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield! 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

3  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 

The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  illude  the  tiller's  toil, 


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4  The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  wil*  I  triumph  in  the  Lord; 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

5  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear, 
My  soul,  be  strong  in  living  faith, 
My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 

6  Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see, 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

HYMN  22.  C.  M. 

The  convinced  sinner's  reflection. 

1  AH  Lord!  ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done? 

What  will  become  of  me? 
"What  shall  I  say,  what  shall  I  do, 
Or  whither  shall  I  flee? 

2  By  wand'ring  I  have  lost  myself, 

And  here  1  make  my  moan; 
0  whither,  whither  have  I  stray'd! 
Ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done! 

3  Thy  candle  searches  all  my  rooms, 

And  now  I  plainly  see; 
The  num'rous  seeds  of  earth  and  hell, 
Are  summed  up  in  me. 

4  The  seeds  of  all  the  ills  that  grow, 

Are  in  my  garden  sown, 


HYMNS.  i 

And  multitudes  of  them  are  sprung; 
Ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done! 

5  I  have  been  satan's  willing-slave, 

And  his  most  easy  prey; 
He  was  not  readier  to  command, 
Than  I  was  to  obey. 

6  Or,  if  at  times  he  left  my  soul, 

Yet  still  his  work  went  on; 
I  was  a  tempter  to  myself; 
Ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done! 

7  I  puff 'd  at  all  the  threats  of  heav*n, 

And  slighted  all  his  charms; 
Nor  satan's  fetters  would  I  leave, 
For  Christ's  inviting  arms. 

8  I  had  a  soul,  but  priz'd  it  not, 

And  now  I  fear  'tis  gone; 
My  forced  cries  do  pierce  the  skies! 
Ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done! 

9  Take  warning,  sinners,  from  my  state; 

Return,  while  mercy  reigns: 
Lest  you  repent  when  'tis  too  late, 
And  sink  in  endless  pains. 

HYMN  23.  4th  M. 

The  knowledge  of  Christ,  the  christian's  joy. 

1      ALL  the  convert  train 

Know  the  great  Shepherd's  voice, 
Feel  the  Messiah's  reign, 
And  in  his  death  rejoice; 


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The  heav'n  born  saint  shall  sing,  and  say, 
"  The  great  Redeemer  dy'd  for  me." 

2  For  me,  for  me,  he  fills 
The  Mediator's  throne; 
For  me,  he  now  prevails, 

That  blessings  may  come  down; 
Blessings  descend,  blessings,  divine, 
Thus  do  I  prove  my  Jesus  mine. 

3  Mine,  all  the  fruits  of  love! 
And  mine,  the  shining  throne! 
Mine,  all  the  joys  above! 
And  mine,  the  glorious  crown! 

All  Jesus  is,  and  has  is  mine. 
And  I  with  him  shall  ever  shine. 

4  Ye  seekers  of  the  Lord, 
Believe  the  promise  true; 
O  take  him  at  his  word, 
And  sing,  'tis  all  for  you; 

Bury  your  fears  in  Calv'rys  blood, 
And  shout  the  dying  Lamb  of  God. 

HYMN  24.  C.  M. 

The  young  convert's  meditation  respecting 
profession  of  religion. 

1  AND  canst  thou  then  believe,  my  soul, 

That  Jesus  is  thy  friend? 
That  he  his  love  hath  fixd  on  thee? 
That  love  which  cannot  end? 

2  If  thou  in  truth  his  pow'r  hath  known, 

And  felt  his  changing  grace, 


HYMNS. 


Thy  duty  'tis  his  church  to  join, 
And  give  him  all  the  praise. 

3  He  says  to  each  regen'rate  soul, 

"  Confess  thy  Saviour  God:,? 
His  great  command  I  will  obey; 
I  love  his  holy  word. 

4  But  will  the  saints,  the  sons  of  God, 

Believe  that  I,  so  vile, 
Have  felt  thy  sovereign  love,  my  Lord, 
And  seen  thy  gracious  smile? 

5  What  shall  I  do  if  they  refuse, 

And  say  1  know  thee  not? 
Dear  Saviour,  wilt  thou  smile  on  me, 
If  this  should  be  my  lot? 

6  My  case  I  humbly  leave  with  thee; 

Duty  alone  is  mine; 
In  duty's  pleasant  path  I  shall 
Behold  thy  heav'nly  shine. 

7  I'll  praise  thee  through  my  pilgrimage, 

With  all  my  heart  and  tongue, 
"  Jesus  my  strength  and  righteousness," 
Shall  be  my  cheerful  song. 

HYMN  25.  C.  M. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  ASHAM'D  of  Christ!  my  soul  tlisdain 
The  mean  ungen'rous  thought; 
Shall  I  disown  that  Friend,  whose  blood 


To  man  salvation  brought? 


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2  With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace, 

From  heav'n  to  earth  he  came; 
For  us  endured  the  painful  cross, 
For  us  despis'd  the  shame. 

3  At  his  command  we  must  take  up 

Our  cross  without  delay: 
Our  lives — and  thousand  lives  of  our's 
His  love  can  ne'er  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  suff'rer  Jesus  views 

With  infinite  delight; 
Their  lives  are  dear  to  him,  their  deaths 
Are  precious  in  his  sight. 

5  To  bear  his  name,  his  cross  to  bear! 

Our  brightest  honor  this! 
Who  nobly  suffers  now  for  him, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  bliss. 

6  But  should  we  in  the  evil  day, 

From  our  profession  fly, 
Jesus  the  Judge,  before  the  world^ 
The  traitor  will  deny. 

HYMN  26.  4th  M. 

David,  Goliah,  and  Gideon. 

1  BY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When 'he  Gdiah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low? 
Nor  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 


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'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight, 

Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright, 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  your's. 

3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth 
To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  0  1  have  seen  the  day, 
When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 
My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 

My  soul  hath  quell'd  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 
Self-righteousness,  and  pride, 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapons  from  my  side; 
But  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  friend, 
Will  help  his  servants  to  the  end. 

HYMN  27.  L.  M. 

Hedemptiowjby  the  death  of  Christ. 

1  BEHOLD  the  sin  atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude,  and  love; 
To  take  away  our  gilt  and  shame, 
4 


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See  him  descending  from  above. 

2  Stretch'd  on  the  cross,  behold  he  dies! 
Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arise! 

See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide! 

3  But  life  attends  the  death ful  sound, 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes? 

4  Amazing  love!  that  stoop'd  so  low, 
To  view  with  pity's  melting  eye 
Vile  men,  deserving  endless  woe; 
Amazing  love!  did  Jesus  die! 

5  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid; 
He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load; 
Our  ransom  price  he  fully  paid, 

In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

6  To  save  a  guilty  world  he  dies; 
Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

7  Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound; 
He  can  the  richest  blessings  give; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 

He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

8  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee; 
Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 


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HYMN  28.  C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  gospel  privileges. 

1  BLESS'D  be  my  God  that  I  was  bora 

To  hear  the  joyful  sound; 
That  I  was  born  to  be  baptiz'd, 
Where  gospel  truths  abound. 

2  Bless'd  be  my  God  for  what  I  see, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear; 
I  hear  such  blessed  news  from*heav'n, 
Nor  earth,  nor  hell  I  fear. 

3  I  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  die; 
My  Lord  for  me  did  risse  again, 
And  did  ascend  on  high. 

4  On  high  he  stands  to  plead  my  cause, 

And  will  return  again, 
And  set  me  on  a  glorious  throne, 
That  I  may  with  him  reign. 

5  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 

HYMN  29.  14th  M. 

J  will  trust  in  the  Lord, 

1  BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear; 
By  prav'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform. 


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With  Christ  in  the  vessel  I  smile  at  the 
storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my    way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide: 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken,  shall  surely  pre- 
vail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer,  I  have  still  in  view, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

thro'. 

4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When  satan's   blind  slave,  I   sported  with 

death; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his 

name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to 

shame? 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain?  he  told  me  no  less: 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their 

Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  Jesus  drank  up  that  sinners  might 

live! 


HYMNS. 


A 


His  way  was>much  rougher  and  darker  than 

mine, 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer  and  shall  I  repine? 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food; 
Tho'  painful  at  present,  'twill   cease   before 

long, 
And  then   0   how   pleasant   the  conqu'ror's 
song! 

HYMN  50.  54th  M. 
The  Jutppy  conqueror — Or  reformation  song. 

1  BY  faith  I  am  a  conqueror, 

I  stand  on  Zion's  mountain; 
My  sins  and  crimes  are  wash'd  away, 

In  Christ  the  living  fountain: 
Farewell  to  ease,  and  welcome  pain, 

I've  come  to  this  conclusion, 
To  leave  the  tents  of  Kedar  now, 

And  all  the  world's  confusion. 

2  The  God  of  love  looks  from  above] 

On  this  our  generation; 
He  sends  a  show'r  of  his  great  pow'r, 

A  show'r  of  consolation: 
Brethren,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  voice, 

And  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear; 
The  sound  of  rain  is  heard  again, 

And  Jesus  doth  appear. 

3  The  jubilee  sound  is  heard  around, 

^The  trumpets  are  a  sounding, 

4  * 


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And  sinners  bow  to  Jesus  now, 
While  grace  it  is  abounding; 

The  saints  rejoice  with  thankful  voice; 
Backsliders  are  returning; 

And  sinners  cry,  where  shall  we  fly 

"  From  everlasting  burning." 

4  The  God  of  truth,  converts  our  youth, 

With  grace's  sweet  effusion; 
While  some  cry  out,  and  make  a  hoot, 

And  say  'tis  all  delusion: 
They're  bold  we  know,  but  they  must  go 

To  darkness,  and  perdition, 
If  they  do  slight  the  healing  light 

Of  Christ  the  great  Physician. 

5  Against  the  youth  that  slights  the  truth, 

There  is  a  dreadful  sentence, 
Who  sin  away  their  precious  day, 

And  die  without  repentance; 
They'll  shrink  at  death  at  ev'ry  breath; 

They'll  fear  that  dreadful  thunder; 
They'll  fear  when  God  shall  lift  his  rod. 

And  smite  their  souls  asunder. 

6  Come,  lovely  youth,  embrace  the  truth, 

In  th'  day  of  your  probation; 
Now  in  your  prime  is  the  best  time, 

And  th'  day  of  your  salvation; 
O  now  embrace  free  offer'd  grace, 

Be  not  to  Christ  a  stranger; 
There's  none  beside  that  can  you  hide, 

Or  shelter  you  from  danger. 


HYMNS.  43 

7  Fly,  sinners,  fly,  why  will  you  die? 

God's  vengeance  is  pursuing; 
Make  his  free  grace  your  hiding  place, 

And  'scape  the  dreadful  ruin: 
You'd  better  leave  your  sins  and  mirth, 

And  seek  with  strong  desires, 
Than  fall  a  prey  at  the  last  day, 

To  hell's  devouring  fire. 

8  A  word  to  you  backsliders  too, 

Who're  living  in  desertion; 
Who're  destitute  of  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  rest  on  old  conversion: 
Th'  Almighty  God  will  send  his  rod, 

And  visit  your  transgression; 
And  let  you  know  that  you  must  go, 

Beyond  a  bare  profession. 

9  Some  seek  in  health  for  fame  and  wealth, 

And  some  for  golden  ore; 
Give  me  the  Lord  for  my  reward, 

I'll  ask  for  nothing  more; 
He  is  to  me  a  boundless  sea; 

He  is  a  boundless  ocean; 
He  is  the  saints  inheritance. 

And  everlasting  portion. 

HYMN  SI.  C.  M. 

The  meal  and  cruise  of  oil. 

I  BY  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 
Elijah  was  sustain'd; 
Though  small  the  stock,  it  lasted  well, 
For  God  the  store  maintain'd. 


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2  It  seem'd  as  if  from  day  to  day, 
They  were  to  eat  and  die; 
But  still,  though  in  a  secret  way, 
He  sent  a  fresh  supply. 

5  Thus  to  his  poor  he  still  will  give 
Just  for  the  present  hour; 
But  for  to-morrow  they  must  live 
Upon  his  word  and  pow'r. 

4  No*toarn  or  store-house  they  possess, 

On  which  they  can  depend, 
Yet  have  no  cause  to  fear  distress, 
For  Jesus  is  their  friend. 

5  Then  let  no  doubts  your  mind  assail! 

Remember,  God  has  said, 
The  cruise  and  barrel  shall  not  fail, 
My  people  shall  be  fed. 

6  And  thus,  though  faint  it  often  seems, 

He  keeps  their  grace  alive; 
Supply'd  by  his  refreshing  streams, 
Their  dying  hopes  revive. 

7  Though  in  ourselves  we  have  no  stock, 

The  Lord  is  nigh  to  save; 
His  door  flies  open  when  we  knock, 
And  'tis  but  ask  and  have. 

HYMN  32.  C.  M. 

The  preacher's  farewell. 

1  BRETHREN,  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 
And  from  my  very  heart, 
\ 


HYMNS.  45 

Affectionately  I  do  tell, 
That  you  and  I  must  part. 

2  And  if  I  see  you  not  again, 

I  trust  that  I  can  say, 
My  labour  shall  not  be  in  vain. 
That  I  have  spent  this  day. 

3  I  trust  I  can  to  record  call, 

All  you  that  hear  me  now, 
I  have  declar'd  God's  counsel  all, 
As  he  did  me  endow. 

4  I  now  depart,  I  leave  you  here, 

I  leave  you  with  the  Lord, 
And  may  we  all  henceforth  appear, 
To  be  of  one  accord. 

5  And  if  we  part  to  meet  no  more 

While  we  on  earth  remain, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore, 
And  never  part  again. 

6  There  we  shall  join  to  sing  God's  praise, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell; 
And  triumph  in  his  holy  ways, 
So  brethren,  fare  you  well, 

HYMN  33.  S.  M. 

A  prospect  of  Christ's  Church. 

1  BEHOLD  a  lovely  vine, 
Here  in  the  desert  ground; 
The  blossoms  shoot  and  promise  fruit, 


46  SELECTED 

And  tender  grapes  are  found. 

2  Its  circling  branches  rise, 

And  shade  the  neighbouring  land; 
With  lovely  charms  she  spreads  her  arms, 
With  clusters  in  her  hand. 

3  This  city  can't  be  hid, 

It's  built  upon  an  hill; 
The  dazzling  light,  it  shines  so  bright 
It  doth  the  vallies  fill. 

4  Ye  trees  which  lofty  stand, 

And  stars  with  sparkling  light, 
Ye  christians  hear,  both  far  and  near, 
>Tis  joy  to  see  the  sight. 

5  Ye  insects,  feeble  race, 

And  fish  that  glide  the  stream, 
Ye  birds  that  fly  secure  on  high, 
Repeat  the  joyful  theme. 

6  Ye  beasts  that  feed  at  home. 

Or  roam  the  vallies  round, 
With  lofty  voice  proclaim  the  joys, 
And  join  the  pleasant  sound. 

7  Shall  feeble  nature  sing, 

And  man  not  join  the  lays? 
0  may  their  throats  be  swelled  notes? 
And  fill'd  with  songs  of  praise. 

8  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

For  his  redeeming  grace: 
The  blessed  Dove  came  from  above, 
To  save  our  ruin'd  race. 


HYMNS.  47 

HYMN  34.  P.  M. 

1  BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 

Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear, 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end; 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  jour  Father  calls — Come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls— Come  home. 

S  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls— Come  h  ome, 

HYMN  35.  5th  M. 

Christ's  Resurrection. 
1  CHRIST  our  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  way— 


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Who  so  lately  on  the  cross, 
Suffer'd  to  redeem  our  loss. 

2  In  our  paschal  joys  and  feast, 
Let  the  Lord  of  life  be  bless'd, 
Let  the  holy  Three  be  prais'd 
And  to  heav'n  our  voices  rais'd. 

3  Christ  our  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day; 
Christ  our  light,  our  life,  our  way* 
Object  of  our  love  and  faith, 
Who  by  dying  conquer'd  death. 

4  Holy  Matrons  early  came, 
Weeping  o'er  their  Saviour's  tomb; 
Two  bright  angels  did  appear,     , 
Who  said  Jesus  is  not  here. 

J  Where  is  he,  0  tell  us  where, 
His  bless'd  residence  declare— 
He  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Far  from  these  dark  regions  fled. 

6  First  the  sacred  place  behold, 
That  did  your  dear  Lord  unfold, 
Lift  your  eyes  and  raise  your  voice. 
And  in   songs  of  praise  rejoice. 

7  Haste  ye  females  from  the  sight, 
Make  to  Gallilee  your  flight, 
And  to  his  disciples  say, 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day. 

3  Heralds  of  our  joy,  to  you, 
Grateful  thanks  and  love  is  due; 


HYMNS.  4$ 

Jesus  Christ  who  reigns  on  high. 
We'll  together  magnify. 

S  The  cross  is  past  the  crown  is  won, 

Th'  ransom  paid,  and  death's  sting  gone, 
Let  us  feast,  and  sing,  and  say, 
Jesus  Christ  is  ris'n  to-day. 

HYMN  36.  L.  M. 

Love  of  Christ, 

1  COME  let  me  love;  or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice! 
I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend, 

And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

2  O!  ?tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock;' 
And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 

That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heav'nly  look, 
Should  wish  and  seek  a  mortal  love! 

$  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains! 

4  Infinite  grace!  amazing  charms! 
Stand  in  amaze  ye  whirling  skies; 
Jesus,  the  God,  with  naked  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love  and  dies; 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  God? 

5 


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6  Aagain  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tort'ring  smart; 
By  these  dear  wounds   says  he,  and  stands 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 

7  Sure  I  must  love;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move; 
Then  let  me  melt  my  heart  to  tears; 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 

HYMN  37.  20th  M. 
Redemption. 

1  COME,  friends  and  relations,  come,  join 

heart  and  hand, 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  our  land; 
Let's  all  walk  together  and  follow  the  sound. 
And  march  to  the  place  where  redemption  is 

found. 

2  The  place  it  is  hidden,  the  place  is  con- 

ceal'd; 
The  place  it  is  hidden  until  'tis  reveal'd; 
The  place  is  in  Jesus,  to  Jesus  we'll  go, 
And  there  find  redemption  from  sin,  death 

and  woe. 

3  The  place  it  is  hidden,  by  reason  of  sin, 
And  sinners  don't  see  the  sad  state  they 

are  in; 
They're    blinded,    polluted,   in   prison  and 

pain; 
0  how  can  such  rebels  redemption  obtain. 


. 


HYMNS.  51 

But  if  you  feel  wounded  and  bruis'd  by  the 

fall. 
Then  look  up  to  Jesus,  'Hs  you  he  doth  call; 
And  if  you  are  tempted  to  doubt  or  despair, 
Then  come  home  to  Jesus,  redemption   is 

there. 

And  you  my  dear  brethren  that  love  my  dear 

Lord, 
Who've  witness'd  free  pardon  by  faith  in  his 

word, 

Let  patience  attend  you  wherever  you  be, 
Your  Saviour  has  purchas'd   redemption  for 

thee. 

6  Soon  will   the   archangel  the  last  trumpet 
sound, 

.  ake  all  the  dead  that  sleep   under  the 
ground, 
The  sound  of  the  trumpet  will  bid  you  arise 
To  meet  your  redemption   with  joyful  sur- 
prise. 

7  0!  then  loving  Jesus  our  souls  will  revive; 
From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve; 
Then  we  shall  be  perfect,  and  we  shall  be  free, 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  be. 

8  Redeemed    from  sin,    and    redeemed  from 
death; 

Redeem'd   from   corruption,  redeem'd  from 

the  earth, 
Redeem'd   from  damnation,  redeem'd  from 

all  woe, 


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We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  go. 

9  Redeem'd  from  all  sin,  and   redeem'd  from 
distress; 
The  fruits  of  redemption  no  tongue   can  ex- 
press; 
Redemption  be  'scribed  to  Jesus' love, 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  in  glory  above. 

HYMN  38.  C.  M. 

Jin  invitation  to  come  to  the  gospel  feast. 

1  COME  to  the  glorious  gospel  feast, 

Hoi  ev  ry  one  that  will; 
O  come,  ye  starving  souls,  and  taste 
Those  joys  that  none  can  tell. 

2  Arise,  ye  mortals,  that  are  sad, 

And  bordring  on  despair; 
Lo!  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  physician  there. 

5  Look  to  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side, 
Behold  the  purple  gore; 
It  was  for  wounded  souls  he  dy'd, 
The  sin  sick  to  restore. 

4  Behold  him  on  the  cursed  tree, 

With  arms  extended  wide; 

For  sinners  such  as  you  and  me, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  dy'd. 

5  'Tis  finish'd,said  his  dying  breath, 

And  conquer'd  death  and  hell; 
That  rebels  doom'd  to  endless  death, 


HYMNS.  53 

Might  in  his  bosom  dwell. 

6  Come,  then,  receive  his  grace  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  love; 
Till  we  arrive  with  him  to  dwell 
In  the  bright  worlds  above. 

7  No  sin  nor  foe  shall  enter  there, 

To  wound  our  peaceful  breast; 
But  boundless  love,  unmingled  joy, 
And  everlasting  rest. 

HYxMN  39.  7th  M. 

Mercy  abounding  to  the  chief  of  sinners. 

1  COME,  needy  sinners,  hear  me  teH 
What  boundless  love  in  Jesus  dwell, 

How  mercy  doth  abound; 
Let  none  of  mercy,  doubting  stand, 
Since  I  the  chief  of  sinners  am; 

Yet  mercy  I  have  found. 

2  Are  you  a  sinner?  So  am  I: 
But  Jesus  did  for  sinners  die, 

His  precious  life  laid  down: 
He  is  the  ail -atoning  Lamb, 
And  I  the  chief  of  sinners  am; 

Yet  mercy  I  have  found. 

3  0  come  to  Jesus,  sinners  all, 
And  at  his  feet  repenting  fall, 

He  will  not  on  you  frown; 
Jesus  will  lend  you  mercy's  hand; 

x.  * 


54  SELEOTEI> 

For  I  the  chief  of  sinners  am 
Yet  mercy  I  have  found. 

4  O  come,  the  friend  of  sinners  try, 
Repent,  believe,  to  Jesus  fly, 
And  mercy  shall  thee  crown; 
Let  no  temptation  you  withstand, 
Since  1  the  chief  ot  sinners  am; 
Yet  mercy  1  have  found. 

HYMN  40.  L.  M. 

Come  to  the  gospel  feast. 

1  COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest; 

Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind; 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  the  Lord,  on  you  I  call, 
The  invitation  is  to  all; 

Come  all  the  world,  come,  sinner  thou! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppressed, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest; 

Ye  poor  and  maim'd,  ye  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive! 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live! 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel; 

His  conqu'ring  love  consent  to  feel; 


HYMNS.  JD 

Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  pow'r 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

7  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay! 
This  is  the  acceptable  day! 
Come,  in  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 

HYMN  41.  9th  M. 

The  poor  and  the  needy  invited  to  Jesus. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy ^ 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stauds  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r; 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing:  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome 
God's  free  bounty  glorify; 

True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  him  nigh; 

Without  money,  without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

S  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger. 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream, 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 


56  SELECTED 

This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  spirit's  glim 'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  Iaden'd, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by   the  fali, 
If  you  tarry  tiil  yuu're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  maker  prostrate  lies? 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  isnnish'd.it  is  finish'd," 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blond; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 

None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  or  the  Lamb; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heavn 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name: 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


HYMNS.  57 

HYMN  42.  5th  M. 
Praise  the  Lord, 

1  COME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine; 
Give  me  all  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord. 

2  Hands,  and  heart,  and  voices  raise, 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days; 
Antedate  the  joys  above; 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

3  Strive  we,  in  affection,  strive^ 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive; 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd> 
Dying  champions  for  their  God. 

4  We  like  them  may  live  and  love; 
CalPd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath; 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

5  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name, 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same; 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Good  to  all  the  human  race. 

6  We  for  Christ  our  Master  stand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land; 

We  our  dying  Lord  confess; 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 

7  Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  dy'd 
We  with  him  are  crucify'd; 


58  SELECTED 

Christ  hath  burst  the  bands  of  death; 
We  his  quick'ning  spirit  breath. 

8  Christ  is  now  gone  up  on  high; 
Thither  all  our  wishes  fly; 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above: 
There  with  him  we  rise  in  love. 

HYMN  4S,  SSd  M. 

The  triumph. 

1  COME,  angels,  seize  your  harps  of  gold, 
The  song  of  love  to  man  ui    »id; 

Assist  our  joys,  ey ;al1  your  praise, 
Another  sinn<  i  »  sav'd  by  grace. 

Glory,  glory  let  us  sing, 

While  heav'n  and  earth  with  glory  ring, 
Hosanoah  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 

2  A  leper  wash'd  from  ev'ry  stain, 
Requires  a  louder,  higher  strain; 

The  spirit's  stamp'd  and  seal '^  wrthin* 
The  blood  of  Christ  I  I  from  sin; 

Satan  F< 

He  vlirone, 

Hosannah  to  the  L,  mb  ot  God. 

5  Come,  let  us  s:ng,  and  j)ray  and  praise, 
For  soon  this  warring  strile  shaij  cease; 
When  lost  in  love,  o'er  w  helm 'd  in  God, 
With  Christ  we  take  our  biess'd  abode: 
Hark!  the  trumpet  speaks  him  nigh, 
Hark!  hark!  he  comes,  while  myriads  cry 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 


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59 


4  Christ's  little  flock  by  all  contcmn'd, 
Oerlook'd,  unknown,  despis'd,  condeinnM, 

With  names  traduc'd  and  lives  abhorr'd, 
We  suffer  with  our  murder'd  Lord; 
In  the  flames  ascend  the  higher, 
"We'll  sing  triumphant  in  the  fire. 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  ol  God. 

5  Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore, 
And  then  our  sufferings  will  be  <>?er; 

Where  we  shall  strike  the  highest  key 
And  praise  our  God  eternally, 
In  that  world  of  bliss  above, 
Where  ev'ry  heart  is  fir'd  with  love. 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 

HYMN  44.  5th  M. 

Prayer  encouraged. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  love9  to  answer  pray'r; 
He  himself  hath  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King* 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  such,- 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin. 
Lord,  remove  my  load  of  sin! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


60  SELECTED 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
There  thy  blood  bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  45.  8th  M. 

Breathing  after  a  spirit  of  praise, 

1  COME  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing* 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount— I'm  fix'd  upon  it', 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  while  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God: 


HYMNS.  (7\„ 

Me  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be! 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  46.  5th  M. 

The  consolation, 
I  COME,  and  taste  along  with  me, 
Consolation  running  free, 
From  my  Father's  glorious  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

Wherefore  should  I  thirst  alone, 
Two  are  better  still  than  one; 
More  that  comes  of  free  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud, 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God, 
Coming  in  at  grace's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

!  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
From  the  New-Jerusalem; 
By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heav'n  both. 

Sinful  nature,  lurking  vice, 
6 


6:2  SELECTED 

Cannot  stop  the  run  of  grace, 
While  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
Or  a  sinner  to  receive. 

6  When  1  go  to  heav'ns  store, 
Asking  for  a  little  more, 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  a  gleaner  there. 

7  Then  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume, 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mouth  of  God. 

8  Heav'n  here,  and  heav'n  there, 
Comforts  Sowing  ev'ry  where; 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 

For  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 

HYMN  47.  C.  M. 

The  year  of  the  redeemed, 

1  COME,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace, 

Proclaim'd  through  Jesus'  blood; 
The  happy  year  of  our  release, 
To  seal  our  peace  with  God. 

2  We  early  wander'd  from  our  God, 

In  the  dark  maze  of  sin; 
The  year  of  the  redeemed  is  come, 
To  bring  us  back  again. 

3  We  once  could  spurn  at  oflfer'd  grace, 

And  slight  a  Saviour's  charms; 


HYMNS.  63 

The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

4  We  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Proclaim  the  jubilee; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  set  the  ransom'd  free. 

5  Ye  aged  saints,  who  long  have  sigh'd 

To  see  this  happy  day, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  your  tears  away. 

6  Ye  lambs  of  Christ,  whose  souls  are  bound 

In  love's  eternal  chain, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
And  you  with  Christ  shall  reign. 

7  Ye  lovely  youth,  who  late  have  known 

The  sweets  of  pard'ning  grace, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  demands 
Your  noblest  acts  of  praise. 

8  You  feel  your  souls  encircled  by 

A  reconciling  God: 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  proclaims 
Salvation  through  his  blood. 

9  Now  can  you  tell  a  scoffing  world 

Their  threats  are  all  in  vain: 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  recompense  your  pain. 

10  But  0,  ye  careless,  Christless  souls, 

Who  scorn  the  happy  few! 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  will  come, 
And  take  them  all  from  you. 


64  SELECTED 

i  1  Then  will  you  mourn  and  say  at  last, 
We  did  instruction  hate; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  past, 
And  now  it  is  too  late. 

12  When  Gabriel  bursts  the  vaulted  tomb, 

And  bids  the  dead  arise, 
We'll  sing  the  year  of  the  redeem'd, 
And  lift  our  joyful  eyes! 

13  We'll  sing  a  long  eternity, 

On  yonder  blissful  shore, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
And  we  shall  sigh  no  more. 

HYMN  48.  C.  M. 

The  pilgrim's  song. 

1  COME,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims,  round; 

The  joyful  news  we'll  tell, 
The  Lord  hath  sent  salvation  down, 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell. 
The  angels  brought  the  tidings  down 

To  shepherd's  in  the  field, 
That  God  with  man  was  reconcil'd, 

A  Saviour  was  reveal'd. 

Sing  glory ,  honor,  to  the  Lord, 
Salvation  to  our  King; 
Let  all  thaVs  washed  in  Jesus9  blood, 
His  glorious  praises  sing. 

£  Come,  all  ye  poor  despised  souls, 
To  Jesus  we'll  repair; 


HYMNS. 

Jn  him  God's  boundless  love  unfolds, 

He  says  he'll  meet  us  there. 
His  glorious  presence  fills  our  souls, 

With  songs  of  loudest  praise, 
Let  all  who  wish  for  heav'n  to  day, 

Their  hearts  and  voices  raise. 

Sing  glory,  honor,  tjj*c. 

There's  glory,  glory,  in  my  soul, 

It  came  from  heav'n  above, 
Which  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bold, 

And  his  dear  children  love. 
Til  serve  the  risen  Lamb  of  God, 

I  love  his  ways  so  well; 
Because  his  precious  blood  was  spilt, 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell. 

Sing  glory,  honor,  Sfc. 

When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 

Her  Lord,  with  a  perfume; 
The  napkin  and  the  sheet  she  found 

Together  in  the  tomb. 
The  angel  said  he  is  not  here, 

He's  risen  from  the  dead; 
And  streams  of  grace  to  sinners  flow, 

As  free  as  did  his  blood. 

Sing  glory ,  honor,  to  the  Lord, 

Jesus  is  on  his  throne, 

And  bringing  foreign  strangers  home, 

And  claims  them  for  his  own* 

6* 


65 


6§  SELECTED 

i  § 

HYMN  49.  4th  M. 

Ji  song  of  praise  to  Christ. 

1  COME,  ev'ry  pious  heart, 
That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  pow'rs  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame: 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love,  to  him  you  owe« 

2  Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 
And  such  his  love  for  you, 
He  nobly  undertook 
What  Gabriel  could  not  do: 

His  ev'ry  deed  of  love  and  grace, 

All  words  exceed,  and  thoughts  surpass. 

3  He  left  his  stary  crown, 
And  laid  his  robes  aside; 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  dy'd. 

What  he  endur'd,  O  who  can  tell? 

To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

4  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes, 
In  glorious  triumph  led; 

Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqu'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

5  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 
His  chariot  will  not  stay, 

And  bear  our  spirits  home 


hymns.  C7 

To  realms  of  endless  day; 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 

HYMN  50.  C.  M. 

The  bold  pilgrim. 

COME,  all  ye  wand'ring  pilgrims  dear, 

Who're  bound  to  Canaan's  land, 
Take  courage  and  fight  valiantly, 

Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand: 
Our  Captain's  gone  before  us; 

The  Father's  only  Son, 
Then  pilgrim's  dear,  don't  let  us  fear, 

But  boldly  travel  on. 

We've  a  dark  and  howling  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore, 
The  land  of  drought,  and  pits*  and  snares, 

Where  chilling  winds  do  roar; 
But  Jesus,  he  will  go  with  us, 

And  guide  us  in  the  way; 
If  enemies  examine  us, 

He'll  teach  us  what  to  say. 

"  Good  morning,  brother  traveller, 

Pray  tell  me  what's  your  name, 
And  where  it  is  you're  going  to, 

Also  from  whence  you  came?" 
My  name  I'll  tell,  'tis  bold  pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound, 
I  am  from  th'  howling  wilderness, 

From  that  enchanted  ground. 


68  SELECTED 

4  "  Pray'what  is  this  upon  your  head 

That  shines  so  clear  and  bright? 
Likewise  that  cov'ring  on  your  breast, 

That's  dazzling  to  my  sight? 
What  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  wear, 

On  which  you  boldly  stand? 
And  what's  that  shining  instrument 

You  wave  in  your  right  hand?" 

5  'Tis  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 

And  on  my  breast  my  shield, 
With  this  bright  sword  1  mean  to  fight, 

Until  I  win  the  field; 
M  v  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  peace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand; 
And  fight  I  will  until  I  die 

I'll  win  fair  Canaan's  land. 

b  You'd  better  stay  with  me,  pilgrim, 

And  give  your  journey  o'er; 
Your  Captain  now  is  out  of  sight, 

His  face  you'll  see  no  more; 
My  name  it  is  Apollyon, 

This  land  belongs  to  me, 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim's  dress, 

I'll  give  it  all  to  thee. 

7  Mistaken  fiend,  the  pilgrim  said, 

Your  offers  I  disdain; 
A  glitt'ring  crown  of  glory  I 

Shall  shortly  there  obtain; 
If  I  but  hold  out  faithfully, 

To  my  dear  Lord's  command? 


HYMNS.  69 

I  jointly  shall  be  heir  with  him 
To  Canaan's  richest  land. 

HYMN  51.  11th  M. 

Tfie  ship  was  now  in  the  midst  of  the  sea. 

1  CONSTRAIN' D  by  their  Lord  to  embark, 
And  venture  without  him  to  sea; 

The  season  tempest'ous  and  dark, 
How  griev'd  the  disciples  must  be! 
But  though  he  remain'd  on  the  shore, 
He  spent  the  night  for  them  in  pray'r; 
They  still  were  as  safe  as  before, 
And  equally  under  his  care. 

2  They  strove,  though  in  vain  for  a  while, 
The  force  of  the  waves  to  withstand; 
But  when  they  were  weary  with  toil, 
They  saw  their  dear  Saviour  at  hand, 
They  gladly  receiv'd  him  on  board, 
His  presence  their  spirits  reviv'd; 

The  sea  became  calm  at  his  word, 
And  soon  at  their  port  they  arriv'd. 

S  We  like  the  disciples,  are  tost 
By  storms  on  a  perilous  deep; 
But  cannot  be  possibly  lost, 
If  Jesus  takes  charge  of  the  ship: 
Though  billows  and  winds  are  enrag'd, 
And  threaten  to  make  us  their  sport; 
This  pilot  his  word  hath  engag'd 
To  bring  us,  in  safety,  to  port. 


70  SELECTED 

4  If  sometimes  we  struggle  alone, 
And  he  is  withdrawn  from  our  vievy; 
It  makes  us  more  willing  to  own 
We  nothing  without  him  can  do. 
Then  satan  our  hopes  would  assail, 
But  Jesus  is  still  within  call; 

And  when  our  poor  efforts  quite  fail, 
He  comes  in  good  time  and  doth  all. 

5  Yet,  Lord,  we  are  ready  to  shrink, 
Unless  we  thy  presence  perceive; 

0  save  us  (we  cry)  or  we  sink, 
And  help  us  on  thee  to  blieve: 

The  night  has  been  long  and  severe; 
The  winds  and  the  sea,  are  still  high, 
Dear  Saviour,  th  is  moment  appear, 
And  say  to  our  souls,  "  it  is  1." 

HYMN  52.  20th  M. 
<*  I  will  declare  what  he  hath  done  for  my  soul." 

1  COME,  brethren   and   sisters,  that  love  my 

dear  Lord, 

1  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word, 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy,  behold  now  and  see 
What  a  tender  kind   Saviour  hath   done  for 

poor  me! 

2  I  was  led  by  the  devil  till  lost  and  distress'd, 
I  thought  that  in  torment  I  soon  should  be 

cast; 
No  peace  to  the  wicked  but  all  misery, 
Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 


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5  0  sinner,  said  Jesus,  for  you  have  I  dy'd; 
All  glory  to  Jesus-  my  soul  then  reply'd; 
The  guilt  was  removed,  my  soul  did  rejoice. 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  voice' 

4  On  my  bending  knees  before  God  I  did  fall, 
Saying  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he's  all  in  all; 
The  heart  of  this  rebel  wasbursted  in  twain, 
To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heav'n   and  peace 

upon  earth. 
The  angels  rejoiced  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth; 
Your  sins  are  forgiven,  my  Saviour  did  say, 
O  witness  kind  heavens,  on  this  my  birth  day. 

6  My  soul  it  was  humbled,  I  feel  to  the  ground, 
The  time   of  refreshing    at  length   I   have 

found; 
0  Lord,  thou  hast  ravislrd  my  soul  with  thy 

charms, 
Let  me  die  like  old  Simeon   with  Christ  in 

my  arms. 

HYMN  53.  12th  M. 
The  weary  traveller  bound  to  Canaan. 

1  COME,  all  ye  weary  travelers, 
Now  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 
Of  Jesus  Christ  our  King; 


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We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 
And  tiresome  'tis  true, 
But  see  how  many  dangers 
The  Lord  hath  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first  when  Je9us  found  us, 
He  call'd  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  clangers 
Of  falling  into  sin; 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  satan, 
Would  prove  a  fatal  snare, 
Unless  we  did  reject  them 
By  faith  and  humble  pray'r. 

5  But  by  our  disobedience, 
With  sorrow  we  confess, 
We  have  had  long  to  wander 
In  a  dark  wilderness; 
Where  we  might  long  have  fainted, 
On  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 
Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan, 
Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 
And  love  and  strength  increase, 
rf"  confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 
And  run  at  his  command, 
And  hasten  on  our  journey 
Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

5,  With  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience. 
We're  made  for  to  rejoice, 


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And  Jesus  and  his  people, 
For  ever  are  our  choice: 
In  peace  and  consolation, 
We  now  are  going  on 
The  pleasant  road  to  Canaan, 
Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

3  Sinners,  why  stand  you  idle, 
While  we  do  march  along; 
Has  conscience  never  told  you, 
That  you  are  going  wrong? 
Down  the  broad  road  to  darkness, 
To  bear  an  endless  curse — 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 
And  come  and  go  with  us. 

But  if  you  will  refuse  it, 
We  bid  you  all  farewell, 
We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan 
And  you  the  road  to  hell: 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  ybu, 
We'd  rather  you  would  go; 
Come,  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 
And  see  salvation  flow. 

O  sinner,  be  awaken'd 
To  see  your  wretched  state, 
Repent  and  be  converted, 
Before  it  be  too  late; 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying, 
And  daily  search  his  word, 
And  never  rest  contented, 
Till  you  have  found  the  Lord. 

Now  to  the  King  immortal, 

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Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service, 
We  long  to  spend  our  days, 
'Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 
TV  celestial  world  above, 
"With  everlasting  wonder, 
To  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  54.  12th  M 

The  christian's  looking-glass* 

1  COME,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims, 
Who  feel  your  need  of  Christ, 
Surrounded  by  temptation, 

And  by  the  world  despised; 
Attend  to  what  I  tell  you, 
My  exercise  I'll  show, 
And  then  you  may  inform  me 
If  it's  been  so  with  you. 

2  Long  time  I  liv'd  in  darkness. 
Nor  saw  my  dismal  state; 
And  when  I  was  awaken'd, 

I  thought  it  was  too  late: 
A  lost  and  helpless  sinner, 
Myself  I  plainly  saw, 
Expos'd  to  God's  displeasure^ 
Condemned  by  the  law. 

3  I  thought  the  brute  creation 
Were  happier  than  I; 

I  spent  my  days  in  anguish, 
And  no  relief  could  spy; 


HYMNS. 

Through  deep  distress  and  sorrow 
My  Saviour  led  me  on, 
Then  show'd  his  love  unto  me 
When  all  my  hope  was  gone. 

But  when  I  was  deliver'd, 
I  scarcely  could  believe 
To  think  so  vile  a  sinner 
A  pardon  could  receive: 
And  when  the  solemn  praises 
Were  flowing  from  my  tongue, 
Yet  fears  were  often  rising, 
That  I  might  still  be  wrong. 

But  when  these  fears  were  banished, 

My  tears  began  to  flow, 

To  think  so  vile  a  sinner 

Should  be  beloved  so. 

I  thought  my  trials  over, 

And  all  my  troubles  gone, 

That  peace,  and  joy,  and  pleasure 

Would  be  my  lot  alone. 

But  soon  I  found  a  warfare 
Which  often  brings  me  low, 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  satan, 
They  do  beset  me  so; 
Can  one  that  is  a  christian 
Have  such  a  heart  as  mine? 
I  fear  I  never  felt  the 
Effects  of  love  divine. 

And  when  I  see  young  converts 
How  swiftly  they  go  on, 


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How  shining  their  experience, 
They  witness  like  the  sun; 
How  bold  they  speak  for  Jesus, 
How  dearly  love  his  name, 
Though  they  are  my  delight,  yet 
They  put  my  soul  to  shame. 

8  I  find  I'm  often  backward 
To  do  my  Master's  will, 
Or  else  I  want  the  glory 
Of  what  I  do  but  ill; 

In  duty  I  am  weak,  and 
Alas!  t  often  find 
A  hard  deceitful  heart,  and 
A  wretched  wand'ring  mind. 

9  Sure  others  do  not  feel  what 
Is  often  felt  by  me, 

Such  trials  and  temptations 
Perhaps  they  never  see; 
For  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners, 
I  freely  own  like  Paul, 
And  if  I  am  a  christian, 
I  am  the  least  of  all. 

10  And  now  I  have  related 
The  trials  I  have  seen, 
Perhaps  my  brethren  know  what 
Such  sore  temptations  mean; 
I've  told  you  of  my  conflicts, 
Believe  me  for  'tis  true, 

And  now  you  may  inform  me 
If  it's  been  so  with  you. 


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HYMN  55.  53d  M. 

Dialogue  between  a  believer  and  his  soul. 

Bel.     COME,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try, 

For  a  little  season, 
Ev'ry  burden  to  lay  by, 

Come  and  let  us  reason; 
What  is  this  that  casts  thee  down? 

Who  are  those  that  grieve  thee? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 

Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 

Soul.    Oh!  I  sink  beneath  the  load 

Of  my  nature's  evil; 
Full  of  enmity  to  God; 

Captur'd  by  the  Devil: 
Restless  as  the  troubled  seas, 

Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful; 
Plagu'd  with  ev'ry  sore  disease, 

How  can  I  be  cheerful? 

Bel.     Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden, 
Sweating  blood  at  ev'ry  pore, 

To  procnre  thy  pardon: 
See  him  stretch'd  upon  the  wood, 

Bleeding,  grieving,  crying, 
Sinking  deep  in  sorrowss  flood, 

Groaning,  gasping,  dying! 

Soul.    This  by  faith  I  sometimes  view, 
And  those  views  relieve  me; 
But  my  sins  return  anew, 

These  are  they  that  grieve  me; 


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Ob!  I'm  leprous,  wretched,  foul, 
Quite  throughout  infected; 

Have  not  I,  if  any  soul, 
Cause  to  be  dejected? 

5  Bel.      Think  how  loud  the  dying  Lord 

Cry'd  out  "  It  is  finish'd!" 
Treasure  up  that  sacred  word, 

Whole  andundiminish'd; 
Doubt  not,  he  will  carry  on, 

To  its  full  perfection, 
That  good  work  he  has  begun — 

Why  then  this  dejection? 

6  Soul.     Faith,  when  void  of  works,  is  dead. 

This  the  scriptures  witness; 
And  what  works  have  I  to  plead, 

Who  am  all  unfitness? 
All  my  powers  are  deprav'd, 

Blind,  perverse,  and  filthy: 
If  from  death  I'm  fully  sav'd 

Why  am  I  not  healthy? 

7  Bel.     Pore  not  on  thyself  too  long, 

Lest  it  sink  thee  lower, 
Look  to  Jesus,  kind  as  strong, 

Mercy  join 'd  with  power: 
Ev'ry  work  that  thou  must  do, 

Will  thy  gracious  Saviour 
For  thee  work,  and  in  thee  too, 

Of  his  special  favor. 

8  Soul.    Jesus'  precious  blood  once  spilt, 

I  depend  on  solely, 


HYMNS.  ,  ! 

To  release  and  clear  from  guilt, 

But  I  would  be  holy. 
liel.      He  that  bought  thee  on  the  cross 

Can  control  thy  nature, 
Fully  purge  away  thy  dross 

Make  thee  a  new  creature. 

Soul.     That  he  can,  I  nothing  doubt, 

lie  it  but  his  pleasure. 
Bel.      Though  it  be  not  done  throughout, 

May  it  not  in  measure? 
Soul.     When  that  measure  far  from  great, 

Still  shall  seem  decreasing — 
Bel.      Faint  not  then;  but  pray,  and  wait, 

Never,  never  ceasing. 

10  Soul.  What  when  pray'r  meets  no  regard? 

Bel.  Still  repeat  it  often. 

Soul.  But  I  feel  myself  so  hard — 

Bel.  Jesus  will  thee  soften. 

Soul.  But  my  enemies  make  head. 

Bel.  Let  them  closer  drive  thee. 

Soul.  But  I'm  cold,  I'm  dark,  I'm  dead. 

Bel.  Jesus  will  revive  thee. 

HYMN  56.  5th  M. 

Recruiting  orders. 

1  CHRIST  is  set  on  Zion's  hill, 
He  receiveth  sinners  still: 
Who  will  serve  this  blessed  King? 
Come,  enlist,  and  with  me  sing; 

I  his  soldier  sure  will  be, 

Happy  in  eternity? 


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2  I  by  faith  enlisted  am, 

In  the  service  of  the  Lamb; 
Present  bounty  I  receive, 
Future  happiness  he'll  give: 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

3  Zion's  King  my  captain  is, 
Conquest  1  shall  never  miss; 
Let  the  fiends  of  hell  engage, 
Fret  and  foam,  and  roar  and  rages 

I  his  soldier,  &c. 

4  Let  the  world  their  forces  join, 
With  the  host  of  hell  combine; 
Greater  is  my  King  than  they, 
Through  him  I  shall  win  the  day; 

I  his  soldier,  &c. 

5  Wicked  men  I  scorn  to  fear, 
Though  they  persecute  me  here; 
True  they  may  my  body  kill, 
But  my  King's  on  Zionls  hill: 

I  his  soldier,  &c. 

6  What  a  Captain  I  have  got! 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot? 

Hear,  ye  worldlings,  hear  my  song, 
This  the  language  of  my  tongue. 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

7  When  this  life's  short  space  is  o'er, 
I  shall  live  to  die  no  more; 
Therefore  will  I  take  the  sword, 


HYMNS.  81 

Fight  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Lord: 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

3  Come,  ye  worldlings,  come  enlist, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Jesus  Christ; 
Whosoever  will  may  come, 
Jesus  Christ  refused  none, 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

)  Jesus  is  my  Captain's  name, 
Now,  as  yesterday,  the  same; 
In  his  name  I  notice  give, 
All  who  come  he  will  receive; 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

0  Be  persuaded,  take  his  pay, 
All  your  sins  he'll  wash  away; 
Now  in  Jesus'  name  believe, 
Future  happiness  he'll  give: 

Yes,  in  heav'n  you  sure  will  be, 
Praising  God  eternally. 

HYMN  57.  5th. 

The  happy  pilgrim, 

CHILDREN  of  the  heay'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  is  his  works  and  ways. 

Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


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3  0  ye  banish  M  seed  be  glad! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest: 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN  58.  L.  M. 

The  new  light, 

1  COME  all  who  are  New  Lights  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed. 
From  Egypt's  land  we've  took  our  flight, 
For  God  has  given  us  a  New  Light. 

2  Long  time  we  with  the  wicked  trod, 
And  madly  ran  the  sinful  road; 
Against  the  gospel  we  did  fight, 
Scar'd  at  the  name  of  a  New  Light. 

3  At  length  the  Lord  in  mercy  call'd, 
And  gave  us  strength  to  give  up  all; 


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83 


He  gave  us  strength  to  choose  aright, 
A  portion  with  despis'd  New-lights. 

4  DespisM  by  man,  upheld  by  God, 
We're  marching  on  the  heavenly  road; 
Loud  hallelujahs  we  will  sing, 

To  Jesus  Christ  the  New  light's  King, 

5  Though  by  the  world  we  are  disdain'd, 
And  have  our  names  cast  out  by  men; 
Yet  Christ  our  Captain  for  us  fights, 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  can  hurt  New  lights. 

6  Come  sinners,  with  us  New  lights  join, 
And  taste  the  joys  that  are  divine; 
Bid  all  your  carnal  mirth  adieu, 
Come  join  and  be  a  New  light  too. 

7  Your  carnal  mirth  you'll  count  a  toy, 
If  once  you  know  the  heavenly  joy, 
No  solid  joys  are  known  below, 

But  such  as  New  light's  feel  and  know. 

8  I  know  not  any  sect  nor  part, 

But  such  as  are  New  light's  in  heart; 
If  in  Christ  Jesus  you  delight, 
I  can  pronounce  you  a  New  light. 

9  For  since  in  Christ  we  all  are  one, 
My  soul  would  fain  let  strife  alone; 
No  prejudice  can  any  bear, 

,  No  wrath  in  those  that  New  light'9  are. 

10  Thus  guarded  by  the  Lord  we  stand. 
Safe  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand; 


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Nor  do  we  scorn  the  New  light's  name, 
Christians  are  all  New  lights — Amen. 

1 1  Amen,  Amen,  so  let  it  be, 
Glory  to  God,  this  light  we  see; 
New  light  from  Christ  to  us  is  given, 
New  light  will  be  our  light  in  heaven. 

HYMN  59.  L.  M. 

A  true  christian's  experience. 

1  COME  all  ye  saints  and  sinners  near, 
Listen  a  while  and  you  shall  hear 
The  wonders  of  Almighty  grace, 
Which  set  me  free  to  sing  his  praise. 

2  This  glorious  Jesus  from  the  sky, 
Thus  spake  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by: 
"  Awake,  arise,  depart  and  fly, 
Go  hence,  or  you  will  surely  die." 

3  Mine  eyes  he  open'd  to  behold 
The  wonders  I  have  never  told; 
Heaven  and  hell  within  my  view, 
And  my  poor  soul  no  refuge  knew. 

4  I  heard  of  Jesus,  who  they  say 
Could  wash  a  sinner's  guilt  away; 
But  how  to  find  him  did  not  know, 
Nor  where  to  meet  with  him  below. 

5  My  flesh  did  war  against  my  soul, 
Temptation  did  me  much  control; 
The  weeping  saints  I  could  not  slight, 
Who  sought  their  Jesus  day  and  night. 


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6  The  scandal  of  his  cross  I  see, 
That  scandal  it  would  fall  on  me; 
But  still  I  thought  I  did  behold 

1  wanted  Jesus  more  than  gold. 

7  I  laid  me  down  to  take  my  rest. 
Bemoaning  much  my  dreadful  case; 
I  thought  i  would  for  mercy  wait, 
But  then  I  fear'd  I'd  come  too  late. 

8  I  little  thought  he  was  so  nigh, 

His  speaking  made  me  smile  and  cry; 
He  said,  "  I'm  come  to  you  my  love, 
1  have  a  place  for  you  above." 

9  This  glorious  news  I  did  believe, 
My  sins  and  sorrows  did  me  leave; 
My  soul  enrapturd  in  his  love, 

In  hope  to  dwell  with  him  above. 

10  There  shall  I  sit  and  sing  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  [mmanuel; 

Whilst  all  his  saints  their  songs  combine 
To  praise  his  matchless  love  divine. 

HYMN  GO.  P.  M. 

Invitation. 

1  COME  all  who  spend  your  youthful  days. 
In  vice  and  folly's  flow'ry  maze, 

In  search  of  happiness 
Attend  a  moment  and  I'll  show 


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That  the  broad  way  in  which  you  go, 
Is  not  the  way  to  bliss. 

2  Delusive  pleasures  lead  you  on, 

Where  folly's  votaries  meet  and  throng, 

Some  fleeting  good  to  find; 
Though  different  objects  you  pusure, 
Yet  happiness  is  all  your  view, 

To  ease  a  restless  mind. 

5  Along  the  enchanted  road  I've  walk'd, 
And  with  the  different  parties  talk'd, 

Who  all  to  me  did  say — 
True  happiness  we  ne'er  have  seen, 
Though  in  pursuit  we  long  have  been 
In  this  delusive  way. 

4  They  told  me  she  was  farther  on, 
And  if  with  them  I'd  go  along, 

This  object  might  obtain; 
'Tvvas  all  a  phantom  soon  I  knew, 
For  as  I  follow'd  still  she  flew, 

Or  else  transform'd  to  pain. 

5  I  rang'd  the  world,  I  cross'd  the  seas, 
In  hopes  my  troubled  breast  to  ease, 

By  pleasures  yet  unknown: 
To  all  amusements  I  have  run, 
That's  found  beneath  the  daily  sun, 

Till  weary  I  have  grown. 

6  I*  tried  the  cards,  I  tried  the  dice, 
Among  the  higher  class  of  life, 

Here  much  depends  on  chance; 
I  tried  th'  enchanting  viol's  sound* 


HYMNS. 

Where  mirth  and  gaiety  abound, 
The  song,  the  sprightly  dance. 

7  From  vice  to  vice,  through  folly's  train, 
I  sought  and  sought,  but  sought  in  vain 

To  find  true  happiness. 
From  ev'ry  party  where  I  went, 
I  still  return'd  with  discontent, 

And  found  'twas  all  finesse. 

8  Which  way  to  look,  which  way  to  go, 
Which  way  to  turn  I  did  not  know, 

So  here  I  made  a  stand: 
Then  lo!  a  heavenly   guide  appear'd; 
My  soul,  my  heart,  my  mind  she  cheer'd, 

And  took  me  by  the  hand. 

I  ask'd  her  what  her  name  might  be; 
u  My  name  is  Wisdom,"  answer'd  she, 

"  I  lead  in  paths  of  peace: 
Soon  as  the  dawn  of  time  began, 
Or  morning  stars  together  sang, 

My  voice  did  never  cease. 

10  For  here  I  stand,  and  cry  all  day 

To  those  who  pass  the  dangerous  way, 

Down  the  broad  road  to  death. 
Turn  ye  all  at  my  reproof,"  she  said, 
"  In  ways  of  righteousness  I  lead 
To  peace  and  happiness. 

11  But  of  your  sins  you  must  repent: 
Believe  in  him  whom  God  hath  sent 

To  rescue  sinful  men: 


88  SELECTED 

Who  left  the  bright  abodes  above; 
(Mov'd  by  compassion  and  by  love,) 
Has  died  and  rose  again." 

121  follow'd  those  directions  through, 
And  found  her  words  were  fully  true 

In  ev'ry  thing  she  said: 
My  mind  enjoys  a  sweet  repose, 
While  gratitude  my  heart  overflows 
To  my  benev'lent  guide. 

IS  At  home,  abroad,  by  night,  by  day; 
Alone,  or  if  in  company; 

In  sickness  or  in  health; 
Asleep,  awake,  in  storms,  or  calms, 
If  fortune  smiles,  or  if  it  frowns, 

I'm  happy  in  them  all. 

14  I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  laws; 
I  love  my  Saviour  and  his  cause; 

I  love  the  human  race: 
And  whilst  among  them  here  1  stay, 
My  prayer  to  God  both  night  and  uaj, 

Forever  shall  be  this: 

15  That  all  the  sons  of  men  may  hear 
The  voice  that  bids  them  all  beware 

Of  these  delusive  charms. 
O  may  they  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Till  years,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days. 

Lock  them  in  death's  cold  arms. 

1 6  Then  some  kind  angel  from  above, 
Shall  waft  the  soul  on  wings  oi'iove, 

Beyond  th'  etherial  blue; 


89 


And  there  with  saints  and  angels  praise, 
And  strike  the  golden  wires,  to  raise 
The  song  that's  ever  new. 

HYMN  61.  L.  M. 

The  happy  convert. 

1  COME  brethren,  and  rejoice  with  me, 
For  Jesus  Christ  hath  made  me  free, 
From  that  which  did  defile  my  heart, 
And  made  me  from  my  God  depart. 
When  I  by  faith  embraced  him 
He  fill'd  my  soul  up  to  the  brim, 
"With  streams  of  grace  and  love  divine, 
"Which  proves  the  promises  are  mine; 
How  good  it  is,  how  sweet  to  me, 

0  that  mankind  would  all  be  free. 

1  was  much  plagu'd  with  outward  sin, 
But  more  with  that  which  dwelt  within, 
Which  always  barr'd  my  Saviour  out, 
And  kept  me  in  distressing  doubt; 
But  all  my  fears  are  driven  away, 

By  brilliancy  of  gospel  day, 

Which  shines  so  clear,  I  must  beliere, 

That  1  do  in  my  Saviour  live 

A  life  of  love,  a  heaven  below, 

I've  not  a  doubt  I  feel  it  so. 

If  more  you  wish  to  know  of  toe, 
I'm  happy  now.  and  wish  to  he, 
While  1  do  in  the  tlesh  remain, 
Till  I  return  to  God  again; 
For  I  do  feel  his  love  roost  sweet. 


90  SELECTED 

When  Mary  like  I  at  his  feet, 
Do  claim  my  portion  of  his  love, 
Which  lifts  my  heart  to  things  above; 
He  gives  to  me  a  heavenly  flame, 
Which  makes  me  praise  his  holy  name. 

4  How  grateful  then  I  ought  to  prove, 
For  the  sweet  tokens  ot  his  love, 
Which  cheers  my  heart  and  makes  me  whole, 
And  stamps  his  image  on  my  soul. 
A  debtor  great,  I  surely  be, 
To  him  whose  power  hath  saved  me; 
A  heaven  of  love  he  hath  bestow'd, 
Which  stays  my  mind  on  him  my  God; 
And  what  do  much  increase  the  score, 
When  I  thank  him  he  gives  me  mere. 

.)  A  happy  soul  indeed  am  I, 
My  mind  is  fix'd  above  the  sky, 
On  tilings  divine,  at  God's  right  hand, 
Where  I  shall  see  that  friend  of  man, 
Who  pleads  my  cause  in  courts  above, 
And  gives  me  to  his  heavenly  love, 
To  lit  me  for  that  blessed  place, 
Where  I'll  enjoy  his  fullest  grace; 
What  holy  joy,  what  heavenly  bliss, 
To  dwell  where  loving  Jesus  is! 

6  Come  brethren  dear,  whose  joys  abound, 
By  hearing  precious  gospel  sound, 
Cheer  up  your  hearts,  and  strong  believe 
In  Jesus  Christ  who  ever  lives; 
For  though  your  race  is  not  quite  run, 
You  feel  your  heaven  is  now  begun; 


91 


Then  let  us  raise  a  holy  song, 
And  praise  him  as  we  pass  along, 
To  joys  above  where  we  shall  be, 
Happy  in  vast  eternity. 

7  We're  happy  now  in  clogs  of  clay, 
J.tut  what  is  this  to  open  clay, 
Of  glory  beaming  all  around, 
Where  sin  and  grief  can  ne'er  be  found; 
How  happy  we  shall  be  that  day, 
To  think  that  we  did  watch  and  pray, 
And  keep  our  garments  clean,  and  white, 
Fit  to  appear  with  saints  in  light; 
Quite  free,  O  then  our  j;»v>  shall  be, 
And  so  remain  eternally. 

HYMN  62.  C.  M. 

1  COME  sing  us  one  of  Zion?s  songs 

And  melody  perform, 
And  by  the  river  Babylon, 
No  longer  sit  and  mourn. 

2  How  can  i  sing  with  heart-strings  broke, 

Or  melody  perform: 
My  airs  all  fled,  my  pleasures  and 
My  joys  all  mix'd  with  pain. 

3  My  harp  is  on  the  willows  hung, 

The  strings  all  out  of  tune; 
"Well  may  I  sit,  and  sigh,  and  mourn, 
The  best  of  friends  is  gone. 

4  Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 

And  hurst  into  a  son?; 


92  SELECTED 

Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

5  Although  my  sins  be  scarlet  red, 
And  like  a  crimson  gore; 
They  shall  be  white  as  iieecy  snow, 
And  stain'd  with  guilt  no  more, 

HYMN  63.  P.  M. 

Dialogue  on  death  and  judgment. 

1  COME  think  on  death  and  judgment; 

Your  time  is  almost  spent; 
You've  been  a  wrcatched  sinner; 
'Tis  time  that  you  repent. 

2  "  I  know  I've  been  a  sinner, 

And  wicked  all  my  days: 
But  when  I'm  old  and  feeble, 
I'll  think  upon  my  ways." 

3  But  hath  not  God  commanded, 

By  the  loud  voice  of  truth. 
Remember  your  Creator, 
While  in  the  days  of  youth? 

4  And  yet  the  Lord  hath  promis'd, 

("  And  surely  I  believe,) 

He  that  comes  at  the  last  hour, 

His  penny  shall  receive." 

5  O  is  there  not  a  bounty 

For  all  who  do  obey? 
I'm  sure  you'll  not  be  sorry, 
if  you  repent  to  day. 


HYMNS.  93 


6  "  I  know  there  is  a  bounty, 

But  still  1  do  disdain 
To  leave  a  world  of  honor, 
And  wear  a  christian's  name. 

7  As  yet  I  am  determin'd, 

My  youthful  days  to  spend, 
In  sporting;  and  in  pleasure, 
Till  I  draw  near  my  end/' 

8  But  what  if  death  should  meet  you 

Now  in  your  youthful  days, 
And  call  for  you  to  judgment, 
While  in  your  wicked  ways? 

9  "  When  I  am  on  a  sick  bed, 

I  think  I  shall  have  time, 
To  ask  for  pard'ning  mercy, 
Though  I  am  in  my  prime, 

10  But  what  if  God  arrest  you 

By  his  Almighty  power, 
And  send  you  to  eternity 
Before  another  hour? 

11  "  I  might  be  thus  arrested, 

But  it  is  seldom  known; 
And  others  risk  their  souls  like  mc, 
So  I  will  still  go  on." 

12  But  if  you  should  lie  down  this  night, 

Supposing  all  is  well, 
And  should  your  eyes  be  clos'd  in  death, 
Your  soul  awake  in  hell. 


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94  SELECTED 

13  Would  not  your  conscience  tell  you, 

When  in  that  dreadful  place, 
You've  liv'd  a  life  of  honor. 
And  lost  the  day  of  grace? 

14  That  time  is  now  no  longer; 

Your  days  in  sin  you've  spent; 
Your  body  laid  in  the  cold  grave, 
Your  soul  to  hell  is  sent: 

15  There  you  must  be  tormented 

In  awful  pains  extreme: 
The  Saviour  you've  offended! 
How  dreadful  must  it  seem! 

1 6  "  My  case  would  then  be  awful, 

I  now  begin  to  see; 
I  pray  the  Lord  have  mercy; 
Have  mercy  Lord  on  me. 

17  I've  been  so  vile  a  sinner, 

And  vex'd  my  Saviour  so, 
Damnation  is  my  portion; 
1  sure  to  hell  must  go." 

18  Look  yonder,  see  the  Saviour 

Hang  on  the  cursed  tree; 
Behold  him  there  now  bleeding, 
For  rebeis  just  like  thee. 

19  "  1  see,  I  see  him  dying, 

Blood  gushing  from  his  side; 
But  such  was  my  rebellion, 
'Twas  not  for  me  he  died." 

^0  0  hark!  and  hear  him  crying 
To  those  with  sin  opprest, 


HYMNS.  95 


Come  all  ye  heavy  laden, 
Arid  I  will  give  you  rest. 

21  He  offers  free  salvation 

To  all  who  do  him  fear; 
Now  he  is  calling  for  you, 
Poor  soul  arise  and  hear. 

22  Begin  the  life  of  wisdom, 
In  Jesus'  steps  move  on; 

March  to  the  heavenly  Canaan, 
Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

I  "  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

I  now  began  to  sing 
For  Jesus  is  my  Captain, 

My  everlasting  King. 

24  Who  help'd  me  out  of  misery, 
When  I  had  prostrate  fell; 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
He  savVl  my  soul  from  hell. 

25  0  come  all  you  that  fear  the  Lord, 

Come  join  with  me  and  sing, 
The  everlasting  praises 
Of  Jesus  Christ  our  Kins;. 

26  We'll  praise  him  here  together, 

Our  Jesus  we'll  adore; 
And  when  we  go  to  glory, 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 
17  And  now  to  him  who  sav'd  us 
From  everlasting  death, 
Let  our  exalted  praises 

Sound  forth  with  evVv  breath 


96  SELECTED 

28  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord! 
We'll  praise  him  all  we  can; 
Sing  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Forevermore,  Amen. 

HYxMN  64.  5th  M. 

Nothing  can  harm  the  follower  of  Christ. 

1  CHRISTIANS,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm; 

If  by  Jesus  you  are  priz'd,    * 
Rise,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd. 

2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
Bore  the  curse  for  sinners  due; 
Children,  prove  your  love  to  him, 
Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 

3  Never  shun  the  Saviour's  cross, 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  drossj 
If  the  Saviour's  love  you  feel, 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 

4  Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  soul, 
Water  purifies  the  foul; 
Fire  and  water  both  agree; 
Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 

5  Ev'ry  season  of  the  year, 
Let  your  worship  be  sincere; 
When  the  storm  prevents  your  roam; 
Serve  your  gracious  God  at  home. 

6  Read  his  gracious  word  by  day. 
Ever  watching,  always  pray; 


HYMNS.  b 

Meditate  his  law  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  great  delight. 

HYMN  65.  C.  M. 

Jl  view  of  Christ,  by  faith,  on  the  cross. 

1  DRAW  near,  my  friends,  rejoice  with  me, 

A  Saviour  I  have  found; 
A  Christ  who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
Who  show'd  me  all  his  wounds. 

2  When  I  had  spent  full  twenty  years. 
In  vanity  and  pride, 

Then  Jesus  bid  me  to  draw  near, 
And  show'd  his  wounded  side. 

3  I  view'd  him  rack'd  by  sinful  men, 

And  hung  upon  a  tree; 
A  sweating  blood,  enduring  pain, 
And  groan'd  and  dy'd  for  me. 

I've  sat  and  heard  Christ's  children  tell, 

What  comforts  they  did  find, 
But  never  thought  they  felt  so  well, 

Or  joys  so  great  as  mine. 

But  when  my  Jesus  I  did  view, 

My  stubborn  heart  did  break, 
Such  joys  before  I  never  knew, 

1  found  'twas  my  mistake. 

3  Such  peace  and  love,  and  joy  I  see,- 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  can't  tellj 
To  think  my  Jesus  dy'd  for  me, 
To  save  my  soul  from  hell. 
9 


98  SELECTED 

7  Whatever  storms  and  tempests  rise, 
My  Jesus  I'll  pursue; 
And  on  his  promises  rely, 
And  he  Will  bear  me  through. 

HYMN  66.  C.  M. 

Lord,  look  on  me  as  thou  didst  on  Peter. 

1  DEAR  Lord,  I  see  in  Peter's  case, 

So  much  that's  like  my  own, 
That  I  without  thy  look  of  grace, 
Forever  am  undone. 

2  But,  0!  to  Peter  thou  didst  turn, 

And  on  him  kindly  look; 
Then,  he  before  the  Lord  did  mourn, 
And  then  his  heart  was  broke. 

3  The  flowing  tears  bedew'd  his  face, 

And  bitterly  he  wept; 
Nor  less  his  heart  ador'd  the  grace, 
"Which  him  from  ruin  kept. 

4  Lord,  from  the  love  thou  didst  display 

In  setting  Peter  free, 
lam  encourag'd  now  to  pray, 
"  O  turn  and  look  on  me. 

o  Thou  know'st  the  state  my  soul  was  in. 
And  dost  my  vileness  see; 
Lord,  as  thou  didst  to  Peter  then, 
Now  turn  and  look  on  me. 


HYMNS.  09 

6  Like  him  how  oft  has  my  vile  heart 
Basely  denied  thee; 

Do,  gracious  Lord,  one  look  impart, 
One  look  on  sinful  me. 

7  One  look  from  thee,  the  rock  will  melt, 
One  look  will  make  me  whole; 

One  look  will  pardon  all  my  guilt, 
One  look  will  save  my  soul. 

3  Nothing  but  one  kind  look  of  thine 
Can  heal  or  set  me  free; 
O  bless  me  with  this  beam  divine, 
And  turn,  and  look  on  me!" 

9  Then  while  below,  and  when  above, 
This  my  sweet  song  shall  be, 
u  Praise,  0  my  soul,  his  name,  his  love, 
Who  turn'd  and  look'd  on  thee," 

HYMN  67.  S.  M. 

a  He  beheld  the  city  and  wept  over  it" 

DID  Christ  o?er  sinners  weep? 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 


100  SELECTED 

In  heav'n  alone  no  sin  is  found 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

HYMN  68. 

The  heavenly  pilgrim, 

1  DARK  and  storm v  is  the  desert, 

Where  poor  pilgrims  make  their  way, 
And  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day. 

2  Fiends  loud  howling  in  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go; 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  satan 
Often  lays  their  courage  low. 

3  0  young  converts,  don't  you  murmur 

At  the  trials  of  the  way; 
Do  your  hearts  begin  to  fail  you? 
Or  3rour  vigor  to  decay? 

4  Jesus,  Jesus,  he'll  go  with  you, 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne, 

He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  winepress  trod  alone. 

5  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

And  who  makes  the  planets  roll; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 
And  his  sceptre  sways  the  whole. 

6  Round  him  see  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  receive  command; 
They  are  ever  hovering  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 


HYMNS.  101 

r  There  on  ilowYy  hills  of  pleasure, 
And  the  fields  of  endless  rest, 
Love  and  joy  and  praise  for  ever, 
Ueign  triumphant  in  each  breast 

There  the  million  flaming  seraphs, 

Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain; 
There  they  sing  immortxl  praises, 

Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 

)  But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 
Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 
Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

W  There  they  sing  without  cessation, 
Through  the  years  of  endless  day; 
Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 
To  him  who  groan'd  upon  the  tree. 

11  0  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparkle, 
Such  as  monarchs  never  wore 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 
Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 

L2  Hail  ye  happy,  blessed  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Pain  nor  sorrow,  grief  nor  anguish, 
Shall  no  more  disturb  you  there. 

HYMN  69. 

1  DEATH  it  is  the  King  of  Terror, 
And  a  terror  to  all  Kings; 
Oft  it  fills  our  minds  with  horror, 
Telling  us  of  frightful  things:         % 
9  * 


102  SELECTED 

Land  of  darkness,  shades  of  silence, 
Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie: 

Many  thousands  have  been  conquer'd— ■ 
You,  alas!  must  shortly  die. 

2  Don't  you  see  how  unexpected, 

In  my  chariot  I  do  ride; 
Convulsive  fits,  pains  and  sickness, 

Are  the  weapons  by  my  side: 
Deaf  I  am  to  all  entreaties; 

When  commission'd,  I  must  go, 
Mortal  paleness  on  my  features; 

Thus  I  give  the  fatal  blow. 

o  You  never  heard  I  spared  any; 

Children,  husbands,  or  their  wives; 
Nor  was  ever  brib'd  by  money — 

Physic  could  not  save  their  lives; 
Kingdoms,  countries,  nor  their  cities, 

Kings,  their  councils,  nor  their  slaves, 
None  of  them  1  ever  pitied; 

Soon  I'll  bring  them  to  their  graves; 

4  There  they'll  lie  without  distinction: 

Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain; 
Nor  can  they  without  permission; 

Ever  hope  to  rise  again:— 
Stop,  0  Death!  boast  not  of  vict'ry! 

Let  me  hear  what  Faith  will  say, 
Of  one  Jesus  on  Mount  Calvary, 

Who  died,  and  in  the  grave  did  lay. 

5  View  him  rising!  hear  him  crying, 

I,  0  Death!  have  conquer'd  you; 
Though  your  looks  are  so  dismaying, 


HYMNS.  10£ 

Yet,  my  Saints,  I'll  bring  them  through: 
Thus  the  souls  that  are  believing; 

May  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King: 
Death's  no  more  than  a  black  curtain; 

Drawn  to  let  the  Saints  go  in. 

There  the  saints  sing  hallelujah; 

Are  complete  in  Christ  their  King: — 
Ask  the  grave  where  is  thy  vict'ry? 

Where's  the  boasting  monster's  sting? 
Sin  is  pardon'd  through  the  Saviour; 

Though  the  grave  may  vou  annoy: 
Death's  the  gate  to  endless  pleasure — 

The  road  to  everlasting  joy. 

HYMN  70.  L.  M. 

God  exalted  above  all  praise, 

ETERNAL  pow'r!  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God; 
Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

I  The  lowest  step  about  thy  seat 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet; 
In  vain  the  tall  arch-angel  tries 
To  reach  the  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High! 

[  Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame; 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name, 


1(U  SELECTED 

But  0,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  bejiind. 

5  God  is  in  heav'n,  but  man  below; 
Be  short  our  tunes;  our  words  be  few; 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs. 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongue. 

HYMN  71.  11th  M. 
God's  providence  provides  for  his  people. 

1  ELIJAH'S  example  declares, 
Whatever  distress  may  betide 

The  saints  may  commit  all  their  cares 
To  him  who  will  always  provide. 

2  When  rain  long  withheld  from  the  earth. 
Occasional  a  famine  of  bread, 

The  prophet,  secured  from  the  dearth, 
By  ravens  was  constantly  fed. 

3  More  likely  to  rob  than  to  feed 
Were  ravens  that  live  upon  prey: 

But  where  the  Lord's  people  have  need, 
His  goodness  will  find  out  a  way. 

4  This  instance  to  those  may  seem  strange. 
Who  know  not  how  faith  can  prevail; 
But  sooner  all  nature  shall  change, 
Than  one  of  God's  promises  fail. 

5  Nor  is  it  a  singular  case, 
The  wonder  is  often  renew'd; 
And  many  may  say  to  God's  praise, 
By  ravens  he  sendeth  them  food. 


HYMNS.  105 

Thus  worldling,  though  raven  indeed, 
Though  greedy  and  selfish  their  mind, 
If  God  hath  a  servant  to  feed, 
Against  their  own  wills  can  be  kind. 
Thus  satan  the  raven  unclean, 
That  croaks  in  the  ears  of  his  saints, 
O'er  rul'u  by  a  power  unseen, 
Administers  oft  to  their  wants. 

8  God  teaches  them  how  to  find  food, 
From  all  the  temptations  they  feel; 
This  raven  who  thirsts  for  my  blood, 
Hath  help'd  me  to  many  a  meal. 

9  How  safe  and  how  happy  are  they 
AVho  on  the  good  shepherd  rely! 

He'll  give  them  out  strength  for  their  day, 
Their  wants  he  will  surely  supply. 

10  He  ravens  and  lions  can  tame; 
All  creatures  obey  his  command; 
Then  let  us  rejoice  in  his  name, 
And  leave  all  our  cares  in  his  hand. 

HYMN  72.  4th  M. 

The  beggar's  prayer. 

I      ENCOUR  \G'D  by  thy  word 

Of  promse  to  the  poor, 

Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door: 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord  bu.  thine, 
Can  help,  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 


106  SELECTED 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 
Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer M  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'st  disdain; 
And  those  who  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  J  have  no  right  to  say, 
That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more; 

Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth, 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 
As  beggars  often  do, 
Tho'  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  fewt 

If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve. 
It  would  be  what  1  well  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 
Or  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more; 

Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  mucb  too  good 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 

No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy; 

0  do  not  frown,  and  bid  me  go, 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 


HYMNS.  107 

7      Nor  can  I  willing  be. 

Thy  bounty  to  conceal, 

From  others,  who  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel: 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

HYMN  73.  L.  M. 

Christ  our  Forerunner. 

1  FAR,  far  beyond  these  lower  skies, 
Up  to  the  glories  all  his  own, 
Where  we  by  faith  lift  up  our  eyes 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner's  gone. 

2  Amidst  the  shining  hosts  above, 

Where  his  bless'd  smiles  new  pleasure  gives, 
Where  all  is  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  lives. 

3  High  on  his  throne  of  heav'nly  light, 
Eternal  glories  he  sustains, 

Whilst  saints  and  angels  bless  the  sight; 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  reigns. 

4  There,  while  his  course  he  ever  runs, 
Glory  his  radiant  crown  entwines, 
And  brighter  than  ten  thousand  suns, 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  shines. 

5  He  lives,  salvation  to  impart 
From  sin  and  satan's  cursed  wiles, 
With  love  eternal  in  his  heart; 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  smiles. 


108  SELECTED 

6  Before  his  heav'nly  Father's  face, 
For  ev'ry  saint  he  intercedes, 
And,  with  abundance  of  success, 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  pleads. 

7  But  0,  'tis  this  completes  the  whole, 
And  all  its  bliss  and  glory  proves, 
That  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner  loves. 

8  We  shall,  when  we  in  heav'n  appear, 
His  praises  sing,  his  wonders  tell; 
And  with  our  great  forerunuer  there, 
For  ever — Yes — for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  74.  C.  M. 

The  excellency  of  the  holy  scriptures, 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want, 

Exhau*le*s  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, . 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3,  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast, 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice, 
Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around; 


HYMNS.  109 

And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see", 
And  still  increasing  light. 

Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  75.  L.  M. 

The  weary  saint's  farewell  to  the  world. 

I  FAREWELL,  vain  world,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  nor  stay  in  thee; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  see. 

I  Why  art  thou  loth,  my  heart,  O  why 
Doth  thou  recoil  within  my  breast? 
Grieve  not,  but  say  farewell,  and  fly 
Unto  the  ark,  my  dove  there's  rest. 

>  I  come,  my  Lord,  the  floods  arise, 
The  waters  foam,  nought  else  but  mire, 
My  dove  back  to  my  bosom  flies, 
Farewell,  poor  world,  heaven's  my  desire, 

I  I  come,  my  Lord,  a  pilgrim's  pace; 
Weary  and  weak,  I  slowly  move; 
Longing,  but  yet  can't  find  the  place, 
The  gladsome  place  of  rest  above. 
10 


110  SELECTED 

5  Stay,  stay,  says  earth  whither  fond  one? 
Here  is  a  fare,  what  would'st  thou  haver 
Fair  world,  0  no,  thy  beauty's  gone: 

A  heav'nly  Canaan,  Lord,  I  crave. 

6  The  ancient  travellers,  thus  they, 
Weary  of  earth,  groau'd  after  thee; 
They're  gone  before,  I  must  not  stay 
Until  both  thee,  and  them  I  see. 

7  Put  on,  my  soul,  put  on  with  speed. 
Though  way  be  long,  the  end  is  sweet; 
Once  more,  poor  world,  farewell  indeed* 
In  leaving  thee,  my  Lord  I  meet. 

HYMN  76.  11th  M. 
Christian  union. 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love? 

It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove; 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  they  are  dear  unto  me. 
Our  hearts  are  united  in  love; 
"Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be. 
In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 

4  0  why  then  so  loth  now  to  part, 
Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again. 


HYMNS.  HI 

EngravM  on  Itnmanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  the  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  ahove, 
Leaving  these  vile  bodies  of  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
Singing  hallelujah,  amen, 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

HYMN  77.  L.  M. 

New-  Year's  hymn. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies!  God  of  love! 
Whose  kind  compassion  still  we  prove, 
Our  praise  accept,  and  bless  us  here, 
As  brought  to  thh^-another  year. 

2  We  sing  thy  goodness  all  divine, 
WThose  radiant  beams  around  us  shine; 
'Tjs  through  thy  goodness  we  appear, 
Spared  to  this — another  year. 

3  What  shall  we  render  to  thy  namd, 
Or  how  thy  glorious  praise  proclaim! 
Whose  constant,  kind,  indulgent  care 
Has  brought  us  to~another  year. 

4  Minufes  and  mercies  multiply'd, 
A  constant  ever  flowing  tide, 
Have  closely  folio wM  us  while  here, 
And  brought  us  to — another  yeur. 


112  SELECTED 

5  Thy  bounty,  pity,  patience  too, 

With  thankful  hearts,  Lord,  we  review; 
And  own  we've  had  a  plenteous  share, 
To  bring  us  to, — another  year. 

|6  Our  souls,  our  all,  we  here  resign; 
Make  us,  and  keep  us,  ever  thine; 
And  grant,  that  in  thy  love  and  fear 
We  may  begin — another  year. 

7  Be  this  our  sweet  experience  still, 
To  know  and  do  thine  holy  will; 
Then,  shall  our  souls  with  joy  sincere^ 
Praise  thee  for  this— another  year. 

8  Help  us  to  walk  as  in  thy  sight, 
With  growing  pleasure  and  delight; 
Then,  whether  life  or  death  appear, 
We'll  praise  thee  for — another  year. 

9  Still,  Lord,  through  life  thy  love  display  ? 
And  then  in  death's  approaching  day; 
We'll  joyful  part  with  all  that's  here. 
Nor  wish  on  earth — another  year. 

HYMN  78.  §th  M. 

The- young  minister's  farewell. 

I  FAREWELL,  my  brethren,  in  the  Lord? 
The  gospel  sounds  a  jubilee; 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud ? 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea: 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
My  soul  shall  trust  in  God's  free  grace. 


HYMWS..  113 

2  Farewell,  in  bonds  and  union  dear, 
Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart;. 
1  humbly  beg  your  earnest  pray'er, 
Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends,  below, 
Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me, 
My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee, 

To  sound  the  joys,  and  bear  the  news, 

To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all; 
While  God  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe, 
I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  All, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live; 
That  your  dear  souls  preparM  may  be, 
To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell  to  all  bel'dw  the  sun; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 

The  way  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run; 
And  God  will  keep  me  as  1  go: 
My  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  fair  Canaan's  land. 

6  Farewell,  farewell,  I  look  above; 
Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 
My  safeguard  here,  my  heav'nly  all! 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  son^c  to  sing. 
Mv  only  joy  till  death,  amen, 

10  » 


114  SELECTED 

HYMN  79.  P.  M. 

Nativity. 

1  FROM  the  regions  of  love, 

Lo!  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news, 

How  the  babe  was  attended, 
Go  shepherds,  and  visit 

This  wonderful  stranger, 
With  wonder  and  joy, 

See  your  Christ  in  the  manger. 

chorus. 

Hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

Through  whom  we've  obtain'd  pardon* 
We'll  praise  him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Glad  tidings  1  bring 

To  you  and  each  nation; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy. 

Now  behold  your  salvation; 
When  sudden  a  multitude 

Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer 

While  heaven  rejoices. 
Hallelujah,  &c» 

3  Now  glory  to  God 

In  the  highest  be  given, 
Now  glory  to  God 

Is  re-echoed  through  heavens 
Around  the  whole  earth, 


JiYMKS.  115 

Let  us  teil  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love, 
His  salvation  and  glory. 
Hallelujah,  &c 

Enraptur'd  I  rise 

With  delight  and  desire. 
Such  love  so  divine 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire; 
Around  the  bright  throne 

Hosannas  are  ringing, 
0  when  shall  I  join  them 

And  ever  be  singing! 

Hallelujah,  &c- 

Triumphantly  ride 

In  the  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love; 

O  Jesus  all  glorious! 
Thy  banner  unfurl, 

Let  the  nations  surrender 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 

Their  King  and  defender. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

HYMN  80.  L.  M. 

The  triumphs  of  grace  in  the  desert. 

FROM  realms  where  the  day  its  first  dawn- 
ing extends, 

The  sun  of  the  Gospel  in  glory  ascends; 

Ye  forests  attend,  while  your  children  com- 
bine, 

Ip  accents  unusual,  in  transports  divine. 


116  SELECTED 

2  Involved  in  uncertainty,  darkness  and  death, 
The  clouds  of  destruction  hung  over  our 

path, 
Till    yon  rising  splendor,  enlighten'd  our 

way, 
And  pointed  our  steps  to  the  regions  of  day. 

S  A  council  on  high  has  been  held  to  enquire 
For  help  for  mankind,  and  peace  kindled  the 

fire; 
Provision    was  made  for    the  nations  dis- 

tress'd, 
And  with  the  rich  treasure  all  lands  shall  be 

blest. 

4  The  chain  of  salvation  let  down  from  above 
Cemented    by  justice,   and    brighten'd   by 

love, 
The  safety  of  hope,  the  conductor  of  grace, 
Joins  heaven   and  earth  in  its  mighty  em- 
brace. 

5  On  high  see  our  Jesus  the  penitent's  friend, 
With  banners  of  mercy  compassionate  bend, 
Entreating  the  wretched,  rebellious  and  vile, 
From  ruin  to  flee  and  repose  in  his  smile. 

6  The  Prince  of  salvation  is  coming,  prepare 
Away  in  the  desert  his  blessings  to  share; 
He  comes  to  relieve  us  from  sins  and  from 

woes, 

And  bid  flip   dark  wilderness  bud  like  the 
rose. 


HYMKfl.  117 

His  reign  shall  extend  from  the  east  to  the 

west, 
Compose  all  the  tumults  of  nature  to  rest, 
The  day  spring  of  glory  illumine  the  skies, 
And  ages  on  ages  of  happiness  rise. 

I  The  brute  hearted  temper  of  man  shall  grow 

tame, 
The  Wolf  and  the  Lion  lie  down  with  the 

lamb; 
The  bear  with.thekine  shall  contentedly  feed, 
While  children  their  young  ones  in  harmony 

lead. 

J  The  serpent  shall  dart  all  his  venom  in  vain, 
The  wolf  and  the  lion  lie  down  with  the 

lamb, 
The  infant  shall  play  on  the  hole  of  the  asp, 
And  smiling,  the  folds  of  the  cockatrice  grasp. 

ONo  more  shall  the  sound  of  the  war  whoop 

be  heard, 
The  ambush  and  slaughter  no  longer  be  fear'd, 
The   tomahawk    buried,    shall  rust  in  the 

ground, 
While  peace  and  good  will  to  the  nations 

abound. 

1  All  spirit  of  war  to  the  Gospel  shall  bow,   - 
The  bow  lie  unstrung  at  the  tail  of  the  plow, 
To  prune  the  young  orchard  the  spear  shall 

be  bent, 
And  love  greet  the  world  with  a  smile  of  con- 
tent 


118  SELECTED 

]£  Slight  tinctures  of  skin  shall  no  longer  en« 
sage, 

The  fervor  of  jealousy,  murder  and  rage: 
The  white  and  the  red  shall  in  friendship  be 

join'd, 
Wide  spreading  benevolence  over  mankind. 

13  Hail  scene  of  felicity,  transport,  and  joy! 
When  sin  and  vexation  no  more  shall  annoy. 
Rich  blessings  of  grace  from  above  shall  be 

given, 
And  life  only  serve  as  a  passage  to  heaven. 

14  Roll  forward,  dear  Saviour,  roll  forward  the 

day, 
When   all   shall  submit  and  rejoice  in  tlvj 

sway, 
When  white  men  and  Indians    united  in 

praise, 
One  vast  hallelujah  triumphant  shall  raise. 

HYMN  81.  C.  M. 

The  mysteries  of  Providence. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform, 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

5  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 


HYMNS.  119 

He  treasures  up  liis  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

With  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  my  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour, 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain, 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  82.  L.  M. 

The  gospel  of  Christ. 

GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  councils  known; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines- 
Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name: 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 


Ii20  SELECTED 

3  Here  Jesus,  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts* 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls: 
It  brings  a  better  world  to  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie, 
Close  to  my  he  rt  and  near  my  eye, 
"Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage* 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

HYMN  83.  S.  M. 

Salvation  by  grace. 

1  GRACE!  ?tis  a  charming  sound! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan-. 

3  Grace  first  inscrib'd  my  name 

In  God's  eternal  book; 


HYMN'S 

'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb. 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took. 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  hea'vnly  road; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet- 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5  Gra  ce  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 

And  made  my  eyes  o'ei  flow; 
'Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day. 
And  will  not  let  me  go. 

6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  day^, 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  ston<» 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN   84.  5th  M. 

Longing  for  an  interest  in  Christ. 

1  GRACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear. 
My  request  vouchsafe  to  hear; 
Hear  my  never  ceasing-cry. 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honor  I  disdain, 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  1  die. 

3  Lord  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 
Only  ease  my  soul  from  guilt; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 
Give  me  Christ,  or  etee  T  ifie. 

II 


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122  SELECTED 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  else  hut  sin; 

On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust; 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

6  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 
All  who  on  thy  Son  believe; 
Lord,  I  know  thou  canst  not  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

7  Father,  dost  thou  seem  to  frown, 
Let  me  shelter  in  thy  Son; 
Jesus,  to  thine  arms  I  fly, 
Gome  and  save  me,  lest  I  die* 

HYMN  85.  C.  M, 

Christian  perseverance. 

1  GO  on,  ye  pilgrims,  here  below, 
In  the  sure  paths  of  peace; 
Determin'd  nothing  else  to  know, 
But  Jesus  and  his  grace. 

9  Observe  your  Leader,  follow  him, 
He  through  this  world  hath  been; 
Oft  times  revil'd,  but  like  a  Lamb 
Did  ne'er  revile  again. 

3  0  take  the  pattern  he  hath  giv'n, 
And  !ove  your  enemies, 


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And  learn  the  only  way  to  heav'n, 
Through  self  denial  lies. 

4  Contend  for  nothing  else- but  fruit 

That  feeds  th'  immortal  mind; 
For  fruitless  leaves  no  more  dispute, 
But  Jeave  them  to  the  wind. 

5  Remember  you  must  watch  and  pray 

While  journeying  on  the  road, 

Lest  you  should  fall  out  by  the  way, 

And  wound  the  cause  of  God. 

6  Go  on,  rejoicing,  night  and  day, 

Your  crown  is  yet  before; 
Defy  the  trials  of  the  way, 
The  storm  will  soon  be  o'er. 

7  Soon  we  shall  reach  the  promised  land 

With  all  the  ransom 'd  race, 
And  join  with  all  the  glorious  band, 
To-sing  the  redeeming  grace. 

S  "  There  we  shall  bathe  our  weary  souls. 
In  -seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  our, peaceful  breast.'' 

HYMN  €6.  L.  M. 

"  What  is  your  life?" 

1  GREAT  God!  from  thee  the  spirit  came, 
Which  animates  this  mortal  frame; 
What  is  my  life?  a  gift  divine, 
Which  should,  to  praise  the  giver,  shine. 


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2   What  is  my  life?  a  fleeting  breath, 
A  point  betwixt  my  birth  and  death, 
A  post  that  travels  night  and  day — 
An  eagle  hast'ning  to  the  prey. 

5   What  is  my  life?  a  scene  of  sin, 
But  grace  can  make  the  leper  clean; 
Make  this  brief  life  a  time  of  love, 
And  fit  me  for  the  joys  above. 

4  What  is  my  life?  a  precious  prize, 
Securing  which,  the  Saviour  dies; 
His  life  for  mine  he  freely  gave, 
And  thus  display'd  his  pow'r  to  save. 

5  What  is  my  life?  the  working  hour; 
But,  Lord,  I  need  thy  mighty  pow'r; 
My  arduous  duties  to  fulfil, 

To  do  and  suffer  all  thy  will. 

6  And  when  this  transient  flame  expires, 
Light  in  my  soul,  celestial  fires; 

Fill  me  with  raptures  all  divine, 
And  let  an  endless  life  be  mine. 

HYMN  87.  5th  M. 

Christ's  ascension. 

1  HAIL  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes, 
Christ  a  while  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Reascends  his  native  heav'n; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits; 
Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates; 


HYMNS.  1^1 

Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in! 

2  Him  though  highest  heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes; 
Prevalent  his  deatli  he  pleads, 
Next  himself  prepares  our  place; 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master  (may  we  ever  say) 
Taken  from  our  head  to  day; 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee; 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Hi«;h  above  von  azure  height. 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Foll'wiug  thee  above  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
"Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  panting  after  home; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign, 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heav'n  a  heav'n  in  thee. 

HYMN  8S.  L.  M. 

Christ  a  hiding  place. 
I  HAIL  sovereign  love!  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man; 
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Hail  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace! 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  built  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high, 
Despis'd  the  mansions  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

S  Enwrapp'd  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo!  th'  eternal  counsel  ran, 
Almighty  love,  arrest  the  man! 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew; 

But  justice  cry'd  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

Q  Hut  lo!  a4ieav'nly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appeard, 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ'my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  seven  fold  storms  of  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunder  bolts  can  daunt  my  face, 
Since  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

3  For  us  he  deign'd  in  flesh  to  dwell, 
For  us  o'ercame  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 


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He  dy'd  for  all  the  sinful  race, 
And  made  himself  a  hiding  place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  on  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 

HYMN  8~>.  12th  M. 

Christ  a  physician, 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondVous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compar'd  to  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within. 

'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 
And  madness  all  combined, 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain; 

But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain: 

Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me. 


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Some  gave  me  up  for  lost: 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  faiSM  me, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'*]. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace!) 
Accepted  w.y  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case. 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  sea  I'd, 
Then  hade  me  look  up  to  him; 
I  look'd,  and  I  was  heuFd. 

5  \  dying  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eve  of  tluth, 

At  once  from  an<;ui*h  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only  look  and  Jive. 

HYMN  90.  l\  M. 

Faithful  redemption. 

1  H  \RK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary! 
See!  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky! 
"  It  is  Unish'd!  It  is  finish^!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry! 

2  It  is  finish 'd!  O  what  pleasure 

Doth  these  charming  words  afford; 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 


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Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  finish'd!  It  is  finished! 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows, 

Of  the  prophesying  law! 
Finish'd  all  that  God  had  promis'd! 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
It  is  finish'd!  It  is  finish'd! 
Saints  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

[Happy  souls  approach  the  table, 

Taste  the  soul  reviving  food; 
Nothing  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant 

As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood, 
It  is  finish'd!  It  is  finish'd! 
Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load.] 

Tune  your  harps  anew  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasant  theme; 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 

HYMN  92. 

Tlie  Head  of  the  church,  her  joy. 

HEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 

We  joyfully  adore  thee; 
Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory: 

We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 
With  blest  anticipation; 


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And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 

The  praise  oi  our  salvation. 
£       While  in  affliction's  furnace, 

And  passing  through  the  lire, 
Thy  love  we  praise,  which  knows  no  days, 

And  ever  brings  us  higher; 

We  lift  our  heads  exulting 

In  thine  almighty  favor; 
The  love  divine,  which  made  us  thine, 

Can  keep  us  thine  forever. 
S       Thou  doth  conduct  thy  people, 

Through  torrents  of  temptation; 
Nor  will  we  fear  while  thou  art  near. 

The  fire  of  tribulation; 

The  world  with  sin  and  satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes, 
By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 
4       By  faith  we  see  the  glory, 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us; 
The  cross  despise,  for  that  high  prize, 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us; 

And  if  thou  count  ns  worthy, 

We  each  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN  92.  20th  M. 

frecious  promises,  or  the  saint's  foundation. 

I    HOW  firm  a   foundation   ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word? 


HYMN'S.  Jo  I 

What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  lied. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in   wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strengtii 

ever  be." 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be   not  dis 

niay'd; 
I.  lam  thy  God  and  will  still  <»ive  tine  aid; 
I'll    strengthen   thee,   help  thee,   and   cause 

thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  band. 

4  When  through  the  deep   waters   I   call   thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 

£  When  thro'    fiery  trials   thy   path-way   shall 
lie, 
My  srace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supph: 
The  Same  shall  not  hurt  ihee,  I   only  design 
Thy  dross   to  consume,  and  thy  gold   to  re- 
fine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 


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And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 
borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose? 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
Vll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake." 

HYMN  93.  11th  M. 

«7V*o  charms  in  nature,  when  Jesus  is  not  seen* 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hour, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
Sweet  prospects,   sweet   birds,  and   sweet 
flowers, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me. 

2  The  mid  summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay! 
But  when  I  am  happy  with  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

3  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

4  I  should  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  free, 

My  all  to  bis  pleasure  resign: 


HYMNS. 

No  changes  of  seasons  or  place, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  miniL 

6  While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

In  palaces  joy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Lord,  if  I  indeed  now  am  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 

3  O  drive  those  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Wrhere  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

HYMN  94.  25d  M. 

Tlie  happiness  of  a  saint  in  obedience, 

HOW  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above'. 

Tongue  cannot  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  Wood  of  the  Lamb? 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heav'n  in  Jesus*  name! 

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3  'Twas  an  heav'n  below 
My  Saviour  to  know: 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fail  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  ail  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

0  that  all  "his  salvation  might  see! 

Fie  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 

He  hath  sufter'd  and  dy'd, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 

i  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  1  ever  should  suffer  again. 

HYMN  95.  C.  M. 

Happy  fvailty. 

1  HOW  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  mind, 

How  vile  these  bodies  arc! 
Why  was  a  clod  of  earth  design'd 
T'  enclose  a  heav'nly  star? 

2  WVak  cottage  where  our  souls  reside; 

This  flesh  a  toftVing  wall; 
With  frightful  breaches  gaping  wide, 
Tho  building  bends  to  fall. 

3  All  round  it  storms  of  trouble  blow, 

And  waves  of  sorrow  roll. 


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Cold  waves  and  winter  storms  beat  through, 
And  pain  the  tenant  soul. 

Alas!  how  frail  our  state!  said  T, 

And  thus  went  mourning  on, 
Till  sudden  from  the  cleaving  sky, 

A  gleam  of  glory  shone. 

j  My  soul  all  felt  the  glory  come, 
And  breath'd  her  native  air; 
Then  she  remember'd  heav'n  her  home, 
And  she  a  pris'ner  here. 

Straight  she  began  to  change  her  key, 

And  joyful  in  her  pains, 
She  sang  the  frailty  of  her  clay 

In  pleasurcable  strains. 

How  wt'ak  the  pris'n  is  where  I  dwell; 

Flesh's  but  a  tott'ring  wall; 
The  breaches  cheerfully  foretell 

The  house  must  shortly  fall. 

8  No  more,  toy  friends,  shall  I  complain, 
Though  all  my  heart  strings  ache; 
Welcome  disease,  and  ev'ry  pain 
That  makes  the  cottage  shake. 

3  Now  let  the  tempest  blow  all  round, 
Now  swell  the  surges  high, 
And  beat  this  house  of  bondage  down, 
To  let  the  pris'ner  fly. 

10  I  have  -i  mansion  built  above. 
By  the  eternal  hand, 


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And  should  the  earth's  old  basis  move, 
My  heav'nly  house  must  stand. 

11  Hark!  from  on  high  the  Saviour  calls, 
I  come,  my  Lord  my  love; 
Devotion  breaks  the  prison  walls, 
And  speeds  my  last  remove. 

HYMN  96.  S   M. 

The  barren  tree, 

1  HERE  stands  a  barren  tree, 

That's  cumber'd  long  the  ground: 
Though  many  branches  on  it  be, 
But  yet  no  fruit  is  found. 

2  Deceitful  here  it  grows, 

While  it  doth  well  abound 
"With  many  leaves  and  thousand  blows.; 
But  yet  no  fruit  is  found. 

S  Long  hath  the  husbandman, 
Been  searching  it  around, 
And  prun'd  it  with  a  gentle  hand, 
But  yet  no  fruit  is  found, 

4  And  when  he  did  appear 

To  cut  the  barren  down, 

He  spares  it  still  another  year, 

But  yet  no  fruit  is  found. 

5  Kind  Husbandman  draw  near, 

Nor  yet  upon  it  frown; 
But  spare  it  still  another  year, 
Till  fruit  thereon  be  found. 


HYMN  97.  S.  M. 

Retirement. 

110W  sweet  my  minutes  roll 

At  home,  or  when  abroad; 
"While  holding  converse  with  my  soul. 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Adieu,  ye  busy  streets, 

Ye  scenes  of  mirth  and  noise; 

The  silent  hour,  the  still  retreat, 
Have  more  substantia!  joys. 

On  contemplation's  wings, 

Can  rise  the  active  mind; 
Explore  with  joy  celestial  things, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

What  raptures  fire  the  breast, 
While  God  and  heav'n  are  near! 

I  seem  to  stand  among  the  blest, 
And  joys  divine  appear! 

Creation  smiles  around, 

The  scene  is  peace  and  love; 

The  groves  and  lawns  with  music  sound, 
From  angel's  songs  above. 

0  happy  solitude, 

The  silent  still  retreat! 
No  earthly  passions  here  obtrude, 

The  world's  beneath  my  Feet. 

In  such  a  state  as  this, 

My  soul  would  joyful  rest, 

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Till  rais'd  to  yonder  land  of  bliss, 
To  be  more  richly  bless'd. 

HYMN  98.  C.  M. 

The  preacher's  life. 

1  HOW  arduous  is  the  preacher's  fight! 

What  pangs  his  vitals  feel! 
To  preach  the  gospel  day  and  night, 
To  heart*  as  hard  as  steel. 

2  While  some  blaspheme  and  show  their  spite; 

And  mock  at  all  they  hear; 
Others  in  chase  of  vain  delight, 
Like  adders  stop  the  ear. 

S  To  heav'n  he  turns  Kis  weeping  eyes 
To  antidote  despair, 
With  broken  heart  and  longing  cries. 
He  tries  th'  effect  of  prayer. 

4  If,  God  propituous,  hear  his  cry, 

And  some  small  fruit  appear; 
How  soon  the  hopeful  prospects  die, 
How  short  the  jubile  year. 

5  When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice 

And  feel  the  pow'r  divine, 
The  preacher's  heart  and  soul  rejoice 
To  see  the  gospel  shine. 

6  What  courage,  faith,  and  holy  zeal 

Transport  his  ravish'd  breast! 
What  inward  joy  his  spirits  feel 
To  see  his  labors  bless'd! 


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7  But  ah!  how  short  the  shining  day; 
How  soon  the  night  appears! 
All  those  of  Asia  turn  away, 
How  gloomy  then  his  tears! 

3  Good  God!  he  cries  with  anxious  breast, 
Are  ail  my  labours  vain? 
Must  all  the  lambs  and  sheep  of  Christ 
Turn  goats  and  wolves  again! 

HYMN  99.  L.  M. 

Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

HE  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 
Lo!  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 

I  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood! 

i  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men! 
But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again! 

The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 
Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 
5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns: 


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$ing  how  he  spoil'cJ  the  hosts  of  hell. 
And  led  the  monster,  deathj  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King;, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "  vvhere's  his  stingy 
And  where's  thy  victVy  boasting  grave." 

HYMN  100.  C.  M. 
"  My  flesh  is  meat  indeed,  <$j*c." 

1  HERE  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  feed  on  food  divine: 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  qies; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

S  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd 
Upon  the  shameful  cross, 
For  U3,  his  welcome  guests,  procurM 
These  heart-reviving  joys. 

4  His  body  torn  with  rudest  hands, 

Becomes  the  finest  bread; 
And  with  the  blessings  he  commands, 
Our  noblest  hopes  are  fed. 

5  His  blood  that  from  each  op'ning  vein 

In  purple  torrents  ran, 
Hath  fili'd  this  cup  with  gen'rous  wine; 
''   That  cheers  hot!)  Cod  and  man. 


HYMNS. 


14l 


5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  great 
Dear  Saviour,  so  divine! 
"Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

HYMN  101.  C    M. 
Night  thought 

How  can  I  sleep,  when  angels  sing, 

And  all  the  saints  on  high 
Cry  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 

The  Lamb  that  once  did  die! 

\  When  guardian  angels  fill  the  room, 
And  hov'ring  round  my  bed, 
Clap  their  glad  wings  in  love  to  him 
Who  is  my  glorious  head. 

O  how  can  I  inactive  lie, 
And  thoughtless  all  the  night, 

When  those  celestial  spirits  praise 
The  Lord  with  all  their  might! 

|  Those  joyful  spirits  never  sleep; 
Their  love  is  always  new; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  no  "longer  cease 
To  love  and  praise  him  too. 

For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 

Or  all  the  heav'nly  host, 
Have  greatest  cause  with  humble  soul, 

To  love  and  praise  him  most. 

(  Did  God  the  Father  love  men  so, 
As  to  bestow  his  Son 


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A  ransom,  sinners  to  redeem, 
And  save  from  wrath  tp  come! 

7  Did  Jesus  leave  the  Father's  breast, 

That  heav'n  of  heav'ns  on  high, 
And  come  to  earth,  this  world  of  woe, 
For  guilty  men  to  die? 

8  And  has  the  Holy  Ghost  apply'd 

The  blood  of  Christ  to  me. 
To  cleanse  my  guilty  soul  from  sin, 
And  set  my  spirit  free? 

9  With  me,  0  beav'u  and  earth,  admire,. 

Who  am  of  all  the  race 
The  chiefest  sinner,  and  deserve 
In  hell  the  hotest  place. 

10  Yet  mercy  here  and  truth  can  meet, 

And  God  can  justify, 
Through  Jesus  Christ's  most  precious  blood, 
So  vile  a  wretch  as  I. 

11  No  longer  then  will  I  lie  here, 

But  rise,  to  praise  and  pray; 
And  join  to  sing,  while  I  enjoy 
A  glimpse  of  Ueav'nly  day. 

12  I'll  view  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

And  serve  him  all  my  days: 
For  what  he  in  his  essence  is, 
JVly  soul  shall  sing  his  praise. 

13  His  glories  bind  my  soul  lo  him* 

While  them  by  faith  1  see, 
For  which  adore  him,  O  my  soul,, 
And  for  his  gifts  to  thee. 


HYMNS.  143 

14  Thanks  to  the  Father  for  the  Son; 

To  Christ  for  righteousness; 
And  to  the  Holy  Spirit,  who 
Bestow'd  this  heav'nly  dress. 

15  Lord,  give  me  strength  to  die  to  sin, 

And  run  the  christian  race 
To  live  to  God,  and  glorify 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

16  My  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 

Arose  before  'twas  day, 
And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed  there  to  pray. 

17  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord, 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace; 

I  long  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 

And  view  his  smiling  faee. 

18  And  when  my  soul  hath  found  my  love, 

I'll  let  him  go  no  more; 
But  bring  him  to  my  Father's  house, 
That  all  may  him  adore. 

!9  Now  let  all  drowsiness  be  gone, 
Let  me  enjoy  my  Lord, 
And  let  my  mind  be  swallow'd  up 
In  his  eternal  word. 

20  If  meditations  alTdivine 
At  midnightfilf  my  soul, 
Sleep  shall  no  longer  all  my  pow'rs 
And  faculties  control. 


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21  But  I'll  arise,  and  sing  and  pray, 

And  spend  such  hours  of  joy 
In  praising  him  whose  glorious  name 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

22  Yet  if  my  nature  should  require 

In  sleep  a  little  rest; 
Dear  Jesus,  let  it  be  no  more 
Than  thou  shalt  think  it  best. 

HYMN  102  7th  M. 

Living  water  is  the  gift  of  Christ. 

1  HAPPY  the  humble  souls  that  know 
The  living  water's  gentle  flow, 

And  feel  its  quick'ning  pow'r: 
They  cease  to  thirst  for  creature  streams. 
Their  hopes  of  bliss  from  airy  dreams 

Are  fled,  and  known  no  more. 

2  This  watery  from  the  filth  of  sin. 
Cleansing  the  soul,  abides  within, 

A  principle  divine: 
Like  an  o'erflowing  spring  'twill  rise> 
It  cannot  stay  below  the  skies, 

But  heavenward  will  incline. 

3  Jesus  declares  it  is  his  gift! 
Sinners  to  him  your  hearts  uplift 

In  love  and  humble  faith: 
On  you  this  water  he'll  bestow; 
By  sweet  experience  you  shall  know 

The  truth  of  what  he  saith. 


HYMNS.  145 

4  A  well  of  water  they  receive, 
Who  in  the  living  fountain  lave, 

Immers'd  in  heav'nly  love; 
A  foretaste  of  that  vig'rous  joy, 
Which  shall  increase  without  alloy, 

And  raise  the  song  above. 

5  No  soul  thus  bless'd  with  living  grace 
Can't  fail  in  heav'n  to  find  its  place; 

Tho'  satan's  rage  and  strife 
Are  rais'd  against  the  weakest  saint. 
Who  seems  with  fear  almost  to  faint 

For  Christ  gives  endless  life! 

6  0  may  I  never  turn  aside 
From  Jesus,  but  with  him  abide; 

All  blessings  will  he  give: 
His  lrve  flows  like  the  rising  tide, 
An  ocean  large,  and  deep,  and  wide! 

'Tis  on  his  grace  I  live. 

HYMN  103. 
The  gospel  trumpeter  s.] 

I  HARK!  listen  to  the  trumpeters, 

They  call  for  volunteers; 
On  Zion's  bright  and  flow'ry  mount, 

Behold  their  officers. 
Their  garments  white,  their  armour  bright, 

With  courage  bold  they  stand; 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King 

To  march  to  Canaan's  land. 


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2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame, 

A  soldier  for  to  be; 
I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty, 
We  want  no  cowards  in  our  bands, 

Who  will  their  colours  fly; 
We  call  for  valiant  hearted  men, 

Who're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  To  see  our  armies  on  parade, 

How  martial  they  appear; 
All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform, 

They  look  like  men  of  war, 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood? 

Christ  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 

We'll  drive  the  hosts  of  hell: 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  indeed, 

The  great  Jmmanuel. 
Sinners  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

The  glorious  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

5  There  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 

Where  fruits  immortal  grow; 
Where  saints  and  angels  rob'd  in  white, 

And  their  Redeemer  know. 
We'll  sing  and  shout  for  ever  more, 

In  that  eternal  world, 
When  satan  and  his  armies  too, 

Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 


HYMNS*  147 

6  Lift  up  your  hearts  ye  soldiers  bold  * 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh; 
We  soon  shall  hearth*  arch-angel's  voice, 

That  shakes  both  earth  and  sky. 
In  flaming  chariots  we  shall  rise 

And  leave  this  world  on  fire; 
And  there  surround  the  glorioxs  throne. 

And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

HYMN  104.  L.  M. 
JVeu?  years  day  hymn. 

1  HAIL,  the  new  year,  that's  now  begun; 
Now  let  us  all  to  God  return; 

From  sinful  ways  may  we  all  cease, 
And  with  each  other  live  in  peace. 

2  While  thousands  have  been  call'd  away, 
We  still  yet  live  to  see  this  day; 

With  thanks  to  God  then  all  draw  near, 
And  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

S  Now  let  us  all  to  God  repair, 

And  after  solemn  praise  and  prayV, 
Thus  may  we  all  to  him  draw  near, 
And  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

4  Let  us  forsake  all  vice  and  sin, 
And  the  new  year  with  God  begin; 
Then  with  great  joy  we  shall  appear^ 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 


148  SELECTED 

5  Then  truly  happy  such  will  be, 
Who  from  all  sin  do  always  flee, 
And  unto  Christ  will  now  give  ear, 
Such  do  we  wish  a  happy  year. 

6  All  those  who  see  their  undone  state, 
And  all  do  leave  for  Jesus'  sake; 

To  such  we  can  with  joy  sincere, 
Wish  them  a  joyful  happy  year. 

7  And  those  who  are  now  born  again, 
And  in  Christ  Jesus  do  remain; 

All  such  indeed  (we  need  not  fear) 
Will  sure  enjoy  a  happy  year. 

8  As  true  religion  which  we  find, 
Gives  solid  peace  unto  the  mindl 
Professors  of  it  will  appear, 

To  wish  us  all  a  happy  year. 

HYMN  105.  C.  M. 

The  true  penitent. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear: 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

£  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  of  blood; 
He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  myJatest  breath, 
Shall  1  forget  that  look; 


HYMNS.  149 

He  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

I  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

>  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said 
I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live. 

1  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 
My  spirit  now  was  fill'd; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  106.  L.  M. 

The  glorious  mystery, 

I  IT  is  a  glorious  mystery, 
That  ever  I  should  saved  be; 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Why  God  should  save  lost  souls  from  helh 

I  Great  mystery,  who  can  tell  why 
That  Christ  for  sinners  e'er  should  die? 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  should  ever  die  for  me, 
13* 


150  SELECTED 

3  Great  mystery,  I  do  behold, 
That  God  should  ever  save  a  soul; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  bestow'd  his  grace  on  me. 

4  Great  mystery,  that  Christ  should  place 
His  love  on  sinful  Adam's  races 

But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  should  set  his  love  on  me. 

5  Why  Was  I  not  still  left  behind, 
With  thousand  others  of  mankind, 
Who1  run  the  dang'rous,  sinful  race, 
And  die  and  never  taste  his  grace? 

6  Why  was  I  made  to'hear  thy  voice, 
And  enter  while  there's  room, 

When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice^ 
And  rather  die  than  come? 

7  No  mortal  can  a  reason  find; 
'Tis  mercy  free,  and  grace  divine; 
It  is  a  glorious  mystery 

And  will  be  so  eternally. 

HYMN  107.  S.  M. 
"  When  I  would  do  good,  evil  is  present  with  me.ry 

1  I  WOULD,  but  cannot  sing, 

I  would,  but  cannot  pray; 

For  satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 

And  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  I  would  but  can't  repent, 

Though  I  endeavour  oft, 
This  stony  heart  will  ne'er  relent^ 
Till  Jesus  makes  it  soft. 


HYMN'S.  151 

S  I  would,  but  cannot  love, 

Though  woo'd  by  love  divine, 
No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

4  I  would  but  cannot  rest 

In  God's  most  holy  will; 
1  know  what  he  appoints  is  best, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 

5  0  could  I  but  believe! 

Then  all  would  easy  be; 
I  would,  but  cannot— Lord,  relieve, 
My  help  must  come  from  thee! 

6  But  if  indeed  I  would, 

Though  I  can  nothing  do, 
Yet  the  desire  is  something  good, 
For  which  thy  praise  is  due. 

7  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 

Till  thine  appointed  hour, 
I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  pow'r. 

8  Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length, 

The  work  thou  hast  begun? 
And  with  a  will  afford  me  strength, 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run. 

HYMN  108.  C.  M. 

f  How  can  I  sing  the  Lord's  song  in  a  strangs 
land?v 

1  I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
Alas!  how  can  I  sing! 


152  SELECTED 

My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang, 
Distun'd  in  every  string. 

2  My  music  is  a  captive's  chain! 

Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill; 
How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Zion's  song, 
On  this  side  Zion's  hill. 

3  Yet  lo!  I  hear  the  joyful  sound, 

Surely  I'll  quickly  come; 
Each  word  much  sweetness  doth  distill* 
Like  a  full  honey  comb. 

4  And  dost  thou  come,  my  dearest  Lord, 

And  dost  thou  surely  come, 
And  dost  thou  surely  quickly  come? 
Methinks  I  am  at  home. 

5  Come  then,  my  dearest,  clearest  Lord, 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend; 
Come,  for  I  loath  these  Keder  tents; 
The  fiery  chariot  send. 

6  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land, 

My  Jesus  is  not  here; 
My  soul  can  never  rest  until 
My  Jesus  doth  appear. 

7  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste, 
My  Lord  who  sends  unto  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 


HYMNS.  153 

HYMN  109    L.  M. 

Prayer  answered  by  crosses, 

1  I  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow, 
In  faith  and  love  and  ev'ry  grace; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he  I  trust  has  answer'd  pray'r; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 

As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hfcp'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  grant  me  my  request; 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  pow'r, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

1  Instead  of  this  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart; 
And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

J  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe, 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  hopes  and  laid  me  low. 

i  Lord,  why  is  this,  I  trembling  cry'd, 
Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death? 
"  'Tis  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faith." 

"  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 


154  SELECTED 

To  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

HYMN  110.  S.  If. 
The  expiring  saint. 

1  X  SEE  the  pleasant  bed 
Where  lies  the  dying  saint: 

Though  in  the  icy  arms  of  death, 
He  utters  no  complaint. 

2  His  aspect  is  serene; 

He  smiles  in  joyful  hope; 
He  knows  that  arm  on  which  he  rests 
Is  an  unfailing  prop. 

5       He  lifts  his  eyes  in  love 
To  his  Almighty  friend, 
Whose  pow'r  from  e\Jry  fear  secures, 
And  guards  him  to  the  end. 

4  He  speaks  of  dying  love, 
Which  his  kind  Lord  display'd; 

And  trusts,  though  conquer'd  now  by  death 
He  shall  like  him  be  made. 

5  He  knows  his  Saviour  dy'd, 
And  from  the  dead  arose; 

He  looks  for  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave, 
And  death,  the  last  of  foes. 

6  His  happy  soul  is  wash'd 
In  sin-atoning  blood: 

Exulting  in  eternal  love, 
He  wings  his  way  to  God. 


HYMN*  155 

7  Is  this  the  Messed  end 

Of  those  who  love  the  Lord? 

Then  will  I  leave  the  sinner's  way 

And  hear  the  Saviour's  word. 

8  The  Saviour's  word  of  grace 
Is  strong  the  soul  to  save: 

On  him  III  trust  in  life  and  death. 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN  ill.  L.  If. 

John  Baptist* s  preaching. 

1  IN  Juda's  dreary  wilderness. 

The  herald  Baptist  preaching  came, 
Commissioned  from  the  Father's  throne 
To  teach  repentance  in  his  name. 

2  His  raiment  was  of  camel's  hair, 
A  leathern  girdle  'bout  his  loins; 
Locust  and  honey  were  his  meat. 
And  gospel  baptism  he  enjoins. 

5  "  Ye  who  of  Abrah'm  are  the  seed, 
Who  look  for  blessings  in  his  name, 
Of  sin  repent — believe  in  Christ — 
This  ordinance  you  then  may  claim. 

4  In  the  new  kindom  of  our  Lord 

No  claims  like  your's  can  e'er  be  known: 
Your  hearts  must  be  renew'd  by  grac«, 
Or  you  will  feel  God's  righteous  frown. 

5  Unto  the  root  of  ev'ry  tree 
Tne  axe  of  justice  now  is  laid: 


156  SELECTED 

Fruits,  of  repentance  meet,  bring  forth, 
Or  all  your  branching  hopes  will  fade. 

6  In  Jesus'  winn1  wing  hand  is  held 

His  fan;  his  floor  he'll  thoroughly  purge; 
Into  his  garner  bring  the  wheat, 
And  burn  the  chaff  with  fiery  rage." 

7  Praise  to  the  spirit's  wond'rous  grace, 
Who  led  me  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  taught  my  soul  in  him  to  trust 
By  faith  in  his  most  glorious  name. 

8  Baptiz'd  with  him  beneath  the  wave, 
Each  of  his  steps  I  long  to  trace; 

In  all  his  ways  my  soul  delights, 
When  quicken'd  by  his  sovereign  grace, 

HYMN  112.  6th  M. 

Christ  baptized  in  Jordan. 

1  IN  Jordan's  tide  the  baptist  stands, 
Immersing  the  repenting  Jews; 
The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 
Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse; 
Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave, 
The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 

2  Wonder,  ye  heav'ns!  your  Maker  lies 
In  deeps  conceai'd  from  human  view; 
Ye  saints,  behold  him  sink  and  rise; 
A  fit  example  this  for  you: 

The  sacred  record  while  you  read* 
Aids  you  to  imitate  the  deed. 


HYMNS.  157 

3  But  lo!  from  yonder  opening  skies, 
What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread! 
Dove  like  th'  Eternal  Spirit  Hies, 
And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head; 
Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine. 
Around  the  Saviour's  temples  shine. 

4  But  hark,  my  soul,  hark  and  adore! 
What  sounds  are  those  that  roil  along, 
Not  like  loud  Sinai's  awful  roar, 

But  soft  and  sweet  as  Gabriel's  song: 

*'  This  is  my  well  beloved  Son, 

I  see  well  pleased  what  he  has  done." 

5  Thus  the  eternal  Father  spoke. 
Who  shakes  creation  with  a  nod; 
Through  parting  skies  the  accents  broke, 
And  bid  us  hear  the  Son  of  God: 

0  hear  the  awful  word  to  day; 
Hear,  all  ye  nations,  and  obey! 

HYMN  HS.  19th  M. 
Self  consecration, 
1  IT  grieves  me,  Lord,  it  grieves  me  sore 
That  I  have  liv'd  to  thee  no  more, 

And  wasted  half  my  days: 
My  inward  pow'rs  shall  burn  and  flame 
With  zeal  and  passion,  for  thy  name; 

1  would  not  speak  but  for  my  God, 

Nor  move  but  to  his  praise. 

£  What  are  my  eyes  but  aids  to  see 
The  glories  of  the  Deity, 
InscribM  with  beams  of  light 

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On  fiow'rs  and  stars?  Lord,  I  behold 
The  shining  azure,  green  ami  gold; 
But  when  1  try  to  read  thy  name, 
A  dimness  veils  my  sight. 

3  My  ears  are  rais'd  when  Virgil  sings 
Sicilian  swains,  or  Trojan  kings, 

And  drink  the  music  in: 
Why  should  the  trumpet's  brazen  voice, 
Or  oaten  reed  awake  my  joys, 
And  yet  my  heart  so  stupid  be, 

When  sacred  hymns  begin? 

4  Change  me  0  God,  my  flesh  shall  be 
An  instrument  of  song  to  thee, 

And  thou  the  notes  inspire: 
My  tongue  shall  keep  the  heav'nly  chime, 
My  cheerful  pulse  shall  beat  the  time, 
A  nd  sweet  variety  of  sound 

Shall  in  thy  praise  conspire. 

5  The  dearest  nerve  about  my  heart, 
Should  it  refuse  to  bear  a  part, 

With  my  melodious  breath, 
I'd  tare  away  the  vital  cord, 
A  bloody  victim  to  my  Lord, 
And  live  without  that  impious  string, 

Or  show  my  zeal  in  death. 

HYMN  114.  7th  M. 

The  complainer  reformed. 

1  I  SET  myself  against  the  Lord, 
Despis'd  his  spirit  and  his  word, 
And  wish'd  to  take  his  placej 


HYMNS.  15D 

It  vex'd  mc  so,  that  I  must  die, 
And  perish  too  eternally, 
Or  else  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

2  Of  ev'rv  preacher  I'd  complain— 

One  spake  thro'  pride,  and  one  for  gain, 

Another's  learning  small: 
One  spake  too  fast,  and  one  too  slow; 
One  pray'd  too  loud,  and  one  too  low — 

Another  had  no  call. 

3  Some  walk  too  straight  to  make  a  show; 
While  others  far  too  crooked  go; 

And  both  of  these  1  scorn: 
Some  odd  fantastic  motion  make; 
Some  stoop  too  low,  some  stand  too  straight, 

No  one  is  faultless  born. 

4  With  no  professor  I  could  join; 

Some  dress'd  too  mean,  and  some  too  fine. 

And  some  would  talk  too  long; 
Some  had  a  tone,  some  had  no  gift, 
Some  talk'd  too  slow,  and  some  too  swift, 

And  all  of  them  were  wrong. 

5  I  thought  they'd  better  keep  at  home, 
Than  to  exhort  where'er  they  come, 

And  tell  us  of  their  joys: 
They'd  better  keep  their  gardens  free 
From  weeds  than  to  examine  me, 

And  vex  me  with  their  noise. 

6  Kindred  and  neighbors  too  were  bad, 
And  no  true  friend  was  to  be  had; 


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My  rulers  too  were  vile; 
At  length  I  was  reduc'd  to  see, 
The  fault  did  mostly  lie  in  me, 

And  had  done  all  the  while. 

7  The  horrid  load  of  guilt  and  shame, 
Being  conscious  too  I  was  to  blame, 

Did  wound  my  frighted  soul; 
I've  sinn'd  so  much  against  the  Lord, 
Despis'd  his  goodness  and  his  word, 

How  can  I  be  made  whole? 

8  "  Why,  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  physician  may  be  had, 

And  balsam  too  most  free: 
Only  believe  on  God's  dear  Son? 
Through  him  the  victory  is  won— ^ 

Christ  Jesus  dy'd  for  thee." 

9  0  Christ's  free  love,  a  boundless  sea* 
What,  to  expire  for  such  as  me? 

"  Yes  'tis  a  truth  divine; 
My  heart  did  melt,  my  soul  o'er  run 
AVith  love,  to  see  what  God  had  done 

For  souls  so  vile  as  mine. 

10  Now  I  can  hear  a  child  proclaim 
The  joyful  news,  and  bless  the  name 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  my  King; 
I  scorn  no  sect — the  saints  are  one: 
With  my  complaints  I  now  have  done- 
And  God's  free  grace  I  sing. 


HYMNS.  161 

HYMN  115.  19th  M. 
Converse  with  Christ. 

1  I'M  tir'd  with  visits,  modes  and  forms, 
And  fiatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms; 

Their  conversation  cloys: 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuft) 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  dear  company,  my  Lord, 

Thou  life  of  all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  ev'ry  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue: 
In  midnight  shades  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound! 
Nor  should  I  feel  Decembers  cold. 

Nor  think  the  darkness  long. 

S  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load!) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name 
That  knew  no  guilt  nor  grief  his  own, 
But  bore  them  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passions  o'er, 

Till  lam  drown'd  in  tears; 
Yet,  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  hear' 
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The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in't: 
My  sweetest  halm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  suffVer  tell 

How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell, 

And  all  the  powVs  beneath: 
Transported  and  inspired  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumph  in  a  song; 
How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting! 

And  where's  thy  vict'ry  death? 

6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire: 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast; 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds, 

With  more  intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains: 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart, 
In  ev'ry  woe  he  bears  a  part; 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand 

My  drooping  head  sustains. 

HYMN  116.  L.  M. 
Tke  holy  war. 

I  I'VE  'listed  in  the  holy  war, 
Eternal  life,  eternal  joy, 
And  grace  more  boundless  than  the  seas, 
Is  the  reward  that  I  receive.  ' 


HYMNS.  163 

2  Under  my  Captain  Jesus  Christ, 

I've  'listed  for  and  during  life, 

To  fight  against  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 

In  favor  of  Immanuel. 
5  My  GenVal  is  the  great  I  AM, 

Against  whose  pow'r  no  one  can  stand; 

But  all  before  his  sword  shall  fall, 

For  he  hath  pow'r  to  conquer  all. 

4  My  Captain  he  is  mild  and  meek, 
He  gently  favors  all  the  weak; 
His  servants  are  all  chosen  peers, 
And  all  his  soldiers  volunteers* 

5  From  day  to  day  with  living  bread, 
And  good  provisions  i  am  fed, 
Which  1  crraw  from  free  grace's  store. 
Together  with  ten  thousand  more. 

6  I'm  harnest  out  with  sword  and  shield, 
And  I  will  never  quit  the  field; 

Thro'  Christ  my  Lord  the  vict'ry's  won. 
Then,  O  my  soul,  put  courage  on. 

7  I'll  yield  obedience  to  his  laws, 
Nor  flinch  in  such  a  glorious  cause, 
But  in  his  service  will  abide. 

To  fight  upon  ImmanuePs  side. 

8  I've  listed  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  fii^M: 
Though  wars  and  fightings  now  increase- 
Soon  I  shall  see  the  land  of  peace. 

9  ^fy  foes  are  sin,  and  self,  and  pride, 
find  unbelief,  which  crcci  fv'd 


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SELECTED 


The  Lord  of  glory,  Jesus  Christ, 
Who  gives  the  dying  shiner  life. 

10  Christ  is  my  wisdom,  and  my  strength, 
And  I  shall  overcome  at  length, 

And  triumph  ever  satan's  host, 
Arid  then  arrive  at  Cannaan's  coast. 

11  I've  fought  through  many  battles  sore, 
And  I  must  fight  through  many  more; 
My  soul  shall  trust  in  Jesus  name, 
None  in  the  holy  wars  are  slain. 

12  I  have  a  sword,  which,  when  I  wield, 
The  stoutest  foe  doth  quickly  yield; 
The  word  of  God  which  e'er  prevails, 
Eternal  truth,  that  never  fails. 

IS  Come,  fellow  sinners,  come  enlist. 
It  is  the  only  way  to  bliss; 
Come,  try  the  service  of  the  Lord, 
And  heav'n  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

HYMN  UZ.  51st  M. 
The  preacher's  address  to  his  hearers. 

1  I  AM  hath  sent  me  to  you, 

For  to  declare  what  he  hath  done.: 
My  errand  is  like  angels, 

Who  told  the  shepherd  of  his  Son; 
And  if  you  will  believe  me, 

I  have  no  other  news  to  tell, 
Than  Jesus  hath  dy'd  for  you, 

To  save  you  from  a  burning  hell. 


HYMNS. 


165 


2  Although  I  am  a  stranger, 

You've  come  to  hear  me  preach  anil  pray, 
I  hope  there  is  no  <langer 
In  hearing  what  I  have  to  say, 

0  Jesus  now  stand  by  me, 

And  take  the  fear  of  man  away; 
And  let  me  feel  thy  spirit, 

To  teach  me  what  I  ought  to  say, 
S  It's  true  I  have  no  wisdom 

To  preach  without  my  loving  Lord; 
Yet  leaning  on  his  bosom, 

I  have  instruction  from  his  word: 

1  hope  you  won't  be  drowsy, 

While  I  do  preach  for  Jesus'  sake; 
Nor  think  I  am  too  noisy, 
If  I  should  keep  you  all  awake. 

4  Ocome  then  give  attention, 

With  humble  pray'r  wait  on  the  Lord; 
While  to  you  I  shall  mention, 

How  Jesus  gives  a  just  reward: 
The  sinner  will  be  driven 

Down  to  the  regions  of  despair; 
The  saints  arrive  at  heaven, 

To  dwell  with  Christ  forever  there. 

5  It's  time  for  old  professors, 

For  to  inquire  where  they  are  bound; 
Since  none  can  enter  heaven, 

But  those  who  walk  on  holy  ground; 
If  you  should  be  mistaken, 

Your  state  of  all  would  be  the  worst? 
Your  souls  would  be  forsaken, 

And  more  than  all  you  would  be  curs'd. 


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6  Hath  Christ  a  single  soldier, 

In  all  the  congregation  round! 
Then  rise,  the  cross  now  shoulder, 

And  fight  the  battle  on  the  ground: 
Fear  not  the  face  of  mortals, 

Who  are  but  dust,  and  soon  decay, 
Whose  breath  is  in  their  nostrils, 

And  soon  will  mingle  with  their  clay. 

7  I  have  one  blessed  comfort, 

That  bears  me  up  when  troubles  come, 
That  soon  my  war'll  be  ended, 

And  then  my  Lord  will  call  me  home: 
I  shall  arise  and  meet  him. 

And  then  my  warfare  will  be  o'er; 
And  walk  the  golden  streets,  sing, 

And  praise  my  Lord  for  ever  more. 

HYMN  113.  12th  M. 
The  Martyr's  Hymn. 

1  IN  times  of  persecution 

When  ignorance  was  great, 
The  followers  of  Jesus 

To  tortures  they  were  led, 
When  Roman  inquisition 

Was  spread  throughout  the  land; 
Thanks  be  to  God  we  find  some, 

Who  then  by  faith  did  stand. 

2  They  seal'd  their  testimony 

In  tortures  with  their  blood, 


HYMNS, 

Their  spirits  went  rejoicing 

Away  unto  their  God; 
They're  seated  in  his  presence 

In  the  bright  world  above, 
And  now  they're  all  adoring 

TV  eternal  God  of  love. 

0  hail!  y  '  happy  martyrs, 

YeVe  gone  from  earth  away 
Into  the  realms  of  glory, 

For  ever  there  to  stay: 
A  remnant  of  the  church  still 

Is  left  behind  you  here, 
And  now  we  can  worship  God 

With  neither  dread  nor  fear. 

The  church  that  had  been  driven 

Into  the  wilderness, 
And  stayed  there  a  time,  and 

A  half  a  time  in  peace, 
Till  fire  and  persecution 

Against  her  had  an  end, 
Her  Beloved's  brought  her  forth 

With  power  in  the  land. 

She's  called  now  an  army 

Of  banners  by  her  Lord, 
And  Jesus  is  her  Captain, 

She  is  belov'd  of  God; 
Her  ministers  endued 

With  pow'r  from  on  high 
To  cry  aloud  and  spare  not, 

For  sinners  to  complj-. 


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SELECTED 


6  When  Luther  first  in  Germany. 

The  gospel  he  did  spread, 
And  many  precious  souls,  were 

Thereby  to  Jesus  led; 
They  turned  from  the  Pope,  and 

True  wisdom  they  did  choose, 
And  Roman  idolatry 

They  boldly  did  refuse. 

7  Then  the  Lord  sent  forth  Whitfield 

And  others  through  the  world, 
Who  sounded  forth  the  gospel 

Of  Jesus  clear  and  bold; 
It  began  in  Old  England, 

Came  to  America, 
And  glory  be  to  God  that 

I  ever  saw  this  day. 

8  The  gospel  now  is  taking 

An  universal  spread, 
And  many  precious  souls]are 

Thereby  to  Jesus  led; 
Let  the  servants  of  Jesus 

With  fervor  watch  and  pray, 
That  a  nation  to  the  Lord 

May  be  born  in  a  day. 

9  The  glorious  day  is  hast'ning, 

That  long  has  been  foretold, 
When  all  the  heathen  nations 

Allfround  from  pole  to  pole, 
Shall  bow  the  knee  to  Jesus, 

And  on  his  name  shall  call, 
And  sing  his  glorious  praises, 

And^crown  him  Lord  of  alL 


HYMNS-  169 

HYMN  119.  L.  M. 
The  church  reproved. 

1  I'VE  brought  up  children  saith  the  Lord, 
But  they've  rebel  I'd  against  my  word; 
And  have  forsook  my  righteous  laws, 
For  earthly  pomp,  the  world's  applause. 

2  They  often  meet  upon  my  day, 
And  do  attempt  to  sing  and  pray; 
But  God  doth  say  I  will  not  hear, 
Except  you  worship  in  my  fear. 

3  Bring  no  more  vain  oblations  now: 
Your  sacrifices  will  not  do; 
Except  you  come  in  Jesus'  name, 

The  Lord  from  heav'n  will  frown  again. 

4  You  steal  my  glory,  saith  the  Lord, 
Like  hypocrites  you  seek  reward; 
And  so  your  vows  are  all  in  vain, 
Because  you  slight  my  holy  name. 

5  How  is  your  gold  become  most  dim. 
Because  you  follow  self  and  sin! 
How  is  your  wine  with  water  mix'd, 
Because  your  mind  on  God's  not  fix'd. 

6  But,  0  return,  thus  saith  the  Lord, 
And  I'll  send  down  my  grace  and  word: 
Redeem,  and  bring  you  near  my  seat, 
By  judgments  that  are  very  great* 

7  O  may  the  saints  accept  the  call 
Of  God,  that  is  to  one  and  all; 

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Arise,  and  trim  their  lamps,  that  they 
May  shine  unto  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  120.  S.  M. 

Pride. 

1  INNUMERABLE  foes 

Attack  the  child  of  God; 
He  feels  within,  the  weight  of  sin, 
A  grievous  galling  load. 

2  Temptations  too  without. 

Of  various  kinds  assault; 
Sly  snares  beset  his  traveling  feet. 
And  make  him  often  halt. 

3  From  sinner  and  from  saint, 

He  meets  with  many  a  blow: 
His  own  bad  heart  creates  a  smart. 
Which  only  God  can  know. 

4  But  though  the  hosts  of  hell, 

Be  neither  weak  nor  small; 
One  mighty  foe,  deals  dangerous  woe, 
And  hurts  beyond  them  all. 

5  'Tis  pride,  accursed  pride, 

That  thing  by  God  abhor'd; 

Do  what  we  will  it  haunts  us  still, 

And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 

6  It  blows  its  pois'nous  breath, 

And  bloats  the  soul  with  air; 
The  heart  uplifts  with  God's  own  gifts, 
And  makes  e'en  grace  a  snare. 


HYMNS. 


171 


7  Awake,  nay,  while  we  sleep, 

In  all  we  think  or  speak, 
It  pufi's  us  glad,  torments  us  sad, 
Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 

8  In  other  ills  we  find, 

The  hand  of  heaven  not  slack; 
Pride  only  knows  to  interpose, 
And  keep  our  comforts  back. 

9  'Tis  hurtful  when  perceiv'd, 

When  not  perceiv'd  'tis  worse; 
Unseen  or  seen  it  dwells  within, 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force. 

10  Against  its  influence  pray, 

It  mingles  with  the  prayer; 
Against  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  speech, 
Be  silent,  still  'tis  there. 

11  This  moment  while  I  write, 

1  feel  its  power  within; 
My  heart  it  draws  to  seek  applause, 
And  mixes  all  with  sin. 

12  Thou  meek  and  lowly  Lamb, 

This  haughty  tyrant  kill, 
That  wounded  thee,  tho'  thou  wast  free, 
And  grieves  thy  spirit  still. 

13  Our  condescending  God, 

(To  whom  else  should  we  go?) 
Remove  our  pride,  whate'er  betide, 
And  lay  and  keep  us  low. 


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14  Thy  garden  is  the  place, 

Where  pride  cannot  intrude; 
For  should  it  dare  to  enter  there, 
'Twould  soon  be  drown'd  in  blood. 

HYMN  121.  P.  M. 

1  IN  the  house  of  king  David  a  fountain  doth 

spring, 
For    sin   and  uncleanness  Lfrom  Jesu9   our 

King:  < 
This  fountain  flows  sweetly  whenever  applied, 
It  sprang  from  the  bowels  of  Christ  when  he 

died. 

2  This  fountain  was  open'd  by  th'  soldiers' 

spear, 
The  blood  and  the  water  flow'd  both  out  so 

dear; 
'Tis  balsam  forth'  wounded,  and  a  balm  for 

the  sick, 
It  is  sight  for  th'  blinded,  and  strength  for  the 

weak. 

3  If  you  are  distress'd  and  burden'd  with  sin, 
Come  wash  in  this  fountain  and  you  shall  be 

clean; 
Here's  all  things  provided  for  sinners  undone, 
And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to  come. 

4  If  you  are  o'erburden'd  with  mountains  of 

thrall, 
This  well  of  salvation  stands  open  for  all; 


HYMNS.  i«^> 

Come  draw  when  you're  weary,  and  drink 

when  you're  dry. 
It  was  for  the  needy  that  Jesus  did  die. 

5  If  you  are  distress'd  with  mountains  of  guilt, 
()  wash  in  this  fountain  that  Jesus  hath  spilt: 
You  need  not  go  mourning  for  sin  very  long, 
Believe  in  your  Saviour,  and  sing  the    new 

song. 

6  The  song  of  salvation,  it  is  so  divine, 
There's  music  and  melody  in  ev'ry  line: 
"Twas  sung  by  the  Hebrews  when  deliv'rance 

they  tound, 
"When  Simeon  finds  Jesus,  sweet  praises  do 
sound. 

7  There  is  a  day  coming  in  which  saints  shall 

sing 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our  king, 
Then  we  shall   mount  up  from  all   sorrow 

and  pain, 
The  kingdom  of  heaven  eternally  gain. 

3  O  sinners  we're  trav'ling  to  yonder  bright 
world, 
From   which,  by  transgression,  the  angels 

were  hurl'd; 
We  bid  you  a  final,  eternal  farewell, 
Unless  you're  converted,  you  will  sink  to 
hell. 
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9  Awake  0  poor  sinner!  awake  from  your  sin! 
But  if  jou  will  slight  us  again  and  again, 
Tho'  sorry  to  leave  you,  and  for  you  we'll 

P»*ay, 
When  God  speaks  your  sentence — Amen  we 

must  say. 

HYMN  122.  L.  M. 

The  cup  which  my  Father  hath  given  me,  shall 
Inot  drink  it? 

1  IS  this  unpleasing  cup  now  given, 
By  thee,  my  Father,  Lord  of  heaven? 

0  let  me  then  in  silence  stand, 
And  meekly  take  it  at  thy  hand. 

■2  If  thou  wilt  help  me  to  believe, 

1  can  this  bitter  draught  receive; 

Though  mix'd  with  wormwood  and  with  gall? 
My  soul  in  faith  can  drink  it  all. 

3  Thou  know'st  I  am  but  feeble  dust, 
To  apt  thy  goodness  to  distrust; 
But  let  no  darkness  veil  my  mind, 
Let  me  not  think  my  God  unkind. 

4  Still,  Saviour,  let  me  see  thy  face, 
And  rest  my  soul  in  thine  embrace; 
Send  down  fresh  cordials  from  above, 
And  mix  this  woe  with  signs  of  love. 

5  Dost  thou  not  bear  thy  children^  grief? 
Then  I  from  thee  shall  gain  relief; 
Yes.  by  thy  grace  and  love  divine, 
Though  all  unworthy.  I  am  thine.' 


HYMNS.  17 

6  Vengeance  is  not  prepar'd  for  me, 
My  cup  of  wrath  was  drank  by  thee! 
O  let  my  soul  forbear  to  frown, 

And  drink  this  milder  mixture  down. 

7  Lord,  while  its  bitter  flavour  last, 
Let  thy  rich  love  be  my  repast;    « 
Oft  as  the  taste  return  again, 
Let  heavenly  joys  absorb  the  pain. 

HYMN  123.  C.  M. 

Address  to  all. 

1  I  SING  a  song  which  doth  belong 

To  all  the  human  race, 
Concerning  death,  which  steals  the  breath, 
And  blasts  the  comely  face. 

2  Come  listen  all  unto  my  call, 

Which  I  do  make  to-day, 
For  you  must  die  as  well  as  I, 
And  pass  from  hence  away. 

3  No  human  power  can  stop  the  hour. 

Wherein  a  mortal  dies; 
A  Ceesar  may  be  great  to-day, 
Yet  death  may  close  his  eyes. 

4  Though  some  do  strive  and  do  arrive 

To  riches  and  renown; 
Enjoying  health,  and  swim  in  wealth, 
Yet  death  will  bring  them  down. 

5  Though  beauty  grace  your  comely  face, 

With  roses  white  and  red, 


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A  flying  fall  will  spoil  it  all, 
For  Absalom  is  dead. 

6  Though  you  require  the  best  attire, 

Appearing  fine  and  fair, 
Yet  death  will  come  into  the  room* 
And  strip  you  of  them  there. 

7  For  princes  high  and  beggars  die, 

And  mingle  with  the  dust; 
The  rich,  the  brave,  the  poorest  slave. 
The  wicked  and  the  just. 

HYMN  124.  L.  M. 

The  believer's  wish* 

1  I  WANT  not  India's  pearly  shore; 
I  want  the  joys  of  earth  no  more; 

I  want  to  quit  each  vain  delight; 
1  want  to  walk  with  Christ  in  white. 

2  I  want  to  know  my  Saviour's  love; 
i  Want  to  fix  my  heart  above; 

I  want  more  grace  to  conquer  sin; 
I  want  to  feel  new  life  within. 

3  I  wantChrist's  robe  of  righteousness; 
1  want  that  bright  and  glorious  dress; 
I  want  to  lay  my  own  aside; 

1  want  to  fiy  from  legal  pride. 

4  I  want  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast, 
And  feel  him  ray  eternal  rest; 

1  want  the  spirit'*  purging  fire; 

More  faith,  more  love  to  raise  me  higher. 


IIYMX3.  177 

5  I  want  with  Jesus  to  sit  down; 
I  long  to  wear  my  heav'nly  crown; 
I  want  the  kingdom  promis'd  me; 
I  want,  O  Christ,  nought  else  but  thee. 

HYMN  125.  22d  M. 

Christ's  crucifixion, 

1  JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
The  wirie  press  treads  alone, 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up, 

By  his  expiring  groan; 
Lo!  the  powers  of  neav'n  he  shakes, 
Nature  in  convulsion  lies, 
Earth's  profoundest  centre  quakes, 

The  great  Jehovah  dies. 

2  Dies  the  glorious  cause  of  all, 
Th'  eternal  great  I  am; 
Falls  to  raise  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ransom  sinful  man; 
Well  might  Sol  withdraw  his  light, 
"With  the  suff'rer  sympathize, 
Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies. 

3  0  my  God  he  dies  for  me, 

I  feel  the  mortal  smart! 
See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart! 
O  that  all  to  him  might  turn! 
Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too, 
Look  on  him  ye  piere'd,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  bled  for  you. 


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4  Weep  o'er  your  desire  and  hope 
With  tears  of  humble  love; 
Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  euthron'd  above; 
Lives  our  Head  to  die  no  more, 
Pow'r  is  all  to  Jesus  given, 
Worshipp'd  as  he  was  before, 
Th'  immortal  King  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  126.  L.  M. 

Christ  the  way  to  heaven. 

1  JESUS  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  Kings  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  No  stranger  may  proceed  therein, 
No  lover  of  the  world  and  sin, 
No  lion,  no  devouring  care, 

No  sin  nor  sorrow  shall  be  there, 

4  No,  nothing  may  go  up  thereon, 
But  trav'ling  souls,  and  I  am  one; 
Way  faring  men,  to  Canaan  bound, 
Shall  only  in  this  way  be  found. 

5  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  1  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  hath  been, 
Because  1  could  not  cease  from  sin. 


HYMNS.  1"9 

6  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

7  Lo,  glad  I  come,  and  thou  bless'd  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

8  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
"What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God!" 

HYMN  127.  5th  M. 
The  converted  thief, 

1  JESUS  CHRIST  hath  pow'r  alone, 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone, 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucify'd, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  dy'd; 
One  with  vile  blasphemous  tongue, 
Scoff 'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath. 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death, 
Perish'd  as  too  many  do, 

With  a  Saviour  in  his  view. 


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4  But  the  other  touch'd  with  grace, 
Saw  the  clanger  of  his  case; 
Faith  received  to  own  his  Lord, 
"Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 

5  Lord,  he  pray'd,  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be; 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  be  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wond'rous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  vouchsaf'd  in  time  of  need^ 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 

7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  the  harden'd  thief! 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  to  you  has  dy'd  in  vain. 

HYMN  128.  L.  M. 
The  tender  mercy  of  God. 

1  JESUS,  I'll  sing  of  thy  free  grace, 
Thy  boundless  love  and  mercy  trace; 
Thy  merits  shall  be  my  plea; 

Thy  tender  mercies,  0  how  free! 

2  In  nature's  darkness,  thou  didst  find 
Me,  naked,  filthy,  poor,  and  blind; 
In  that  sad  state,  didst  pity  me; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  0  how  free! 

3  My  soul  didst  rend  from  satan's  snare5 
From  death  and  bondage  and  despair, 
And  brought  me  into  liberty; 

Thy  tender  mercies,  O  how  free! 


HYMNS.  181 

4  My  soul  has  felt  redeeming  love, 
And  tasted  joys  that's  from  above, 
Jesus,  to  thee,  the  glory  be, 

Thy  tender  mercies,  0  how  free! 

5  When  troubles  roll  upon  my  soul, 
Still  I  thy  goodness  do  behold; 
They  serve  to  bring  humility; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  O  how  free! 

5  Whene'er  I  rove  in  ways  of  sin, 
Where  oft  thro'  folly  I  have  been; 
Thy  pity  brings  me  back  to  thee; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  O  how  free! 

r  When  thou  thy  face  from  me  doth  hide, 
To  humble  me  and  kill  my  pride; 
Thy  love  unchangeable  I  see! 
Thy  tender  mercies,  0  how  free! 

I  Fear  not,  my  soul  then  for  to  tell, 
How  Jesus  did  thee  save  from  hell, 
But  speak  aloud  the  mystery, 
His  tender  mercies,  O  how  free! 

)  What  though  the  world  should  me  condemn. 
My  Jesus  I  will  recommend, 
Who  dy'd  for  me  on  Calvary; 
His  tender  mercies,  0  how  free! 

0  Through  all  my  journey  here  below, 
My  soul  God's  praises  forth  shall  show; 
And  then  above  eternity, 
I'll  sing  his  tender  mercies  free. 

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HYMN  129.  S.  M. 
The  help  of  grace  sought, 

1  JESUS,  my  truth,  my  way, 

My  sure  unerring  light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay. 
Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  wisdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counsellor  thou  art: 
O  let  me  never  leave  thy  side, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thine  hands  my  cause, 
But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  all  things  to  depend 
On  thee:  O  never,  Lord,  depart. 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

6  Still  stir  me  up  to  strive 

With  thee  in  strength  divine; 
And  ev'ry  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  soul  of  mine. 

7  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove! 
Settle,  confirm,  and  strengthen  me} 
And  build  me  upi  n  love. 


HYMNS.  18S 


Let  me  thy  witness  live, 
When  sin  is  all  destroy'd; 

And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

HYMN  ISO.  10th  M. 
The  backslider's  prayer. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep: 

False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
Would  fain  like  Peter  weep: 

Let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd, 

On  me  be  all  long  suffering  shown; 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me  Lord, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love> 

The  humble  contrite  heart: 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  this  heart  of  stone 


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4  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 
Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live; 

"  Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die, 
My  Saviour  gasp'd)  "  forgive!" 

Surely  with  thafdying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries, "  'tis  done!'" 

O  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'st  this  heart  of  stone. 

HYMN  131.  5th  M. 

Early  piety. 

1  JESUS,  in  my  youthful  bloom, 
Take  me  to  thee  as  I  am; 
Life  and  soul  I  now  resign, 
And  will  be  forever  thine. 

2  Since  thou  gave  thy  life  for  nie^ 
Lord,  I  give  myself  to  thee, 
Wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
Fit  me  to  enjoy  my  God. 

3  Guard  my  feet  from  ev'ry  snare, 
Make  my  life  and  soul  thy  care; 
Often  let  me  see  thy  face, 
Feel,  and  sing  redeeming  grace. 

4  Let  my  heart,  my  life,  my  tongue, 
Make  thy  blessed  name  my  song; 
Bid  all  other  loves  adieu, 

Only  thee  I  would  pursue. 

5  I  will  never  think  it  shame. 
For  to  own  thy  worthy  name; 
Lest  one  day  thou  me  despise^, 
And  at  last  reject  my  cries. 


HYMNS.  185 

6  But  if  thou  wilt  give  roe  grace, 
I  will  run  the  christian's  race; 
Then  receive  roe  to  thy  home, 
Where  reproaches  never  come. 

7  There  from  all  the  storms  of  hell, 
Safe  in  Jesus  I  shall  dwell: 

He  will  own  my  worthless  name, 
In  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

8  0  for  that  immortal  crown! 
Jesus  send  the  tokens  down: 
Tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there? 
()  let  roe  with  angels  share. 

HYMN  132.  4th  M. 

The  christian's  spirihial  voyage^ 

1  JESUS,  at  thy  command, 
1  launch  into  the  deep; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
AVhere  sin  lulls  all  asleep: 

For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine, 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise; 
My  compass  is  thy  word: 

My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  pow'r 
To  save  roe  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  iiej 


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Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye: 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  pott  of  endless  rest: 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast! 

O  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more; 

5  "Whene'er  becalm'd  I- lie, 
And  storms  forbear  to  toss; 
Ue  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 
Lest  I  should  suffer  loss: 

For  more^the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

'>       Come,  holy  Spirit,  blow 
A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace, 
Waft  me  from  all  he  low, 
To  heav'n  my  destin'd  place! 
Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find. 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind,. 

HYMN  133.  S.  M. 

Love  to  Christ  and  Saints, 

t       JESUS,  the  friend  of  man, 
Invites  us  round  his  board: 
The  welcome  summons  we  obey, 
And  own  our  gracious  Lord. 


HYMNS.  1&; 

2       Here  we  survey  that  love 

Which  spoke  in  ev'ry  breath. 
Which  crown'd  each  action  of  his  life, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  death. 

i       Here  let  our  pow'rs  unite, 
His  honojrd  name  to  raise; 
Pleasure  and  joy  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise. 

[      And  while  we  share  the  gifts 
His  bounteous  hands  bestow, 
Let  ev'ry  heart,  in  friendship  join'd 
With  kind  affections  glow. 

>  Let  love  inspire  each  breast? 
And  dictate  ev'ry  thought; 

Be  angry  passions  far  remov'd. 
And  selfish  views  forgot. 

>  Our  souls  expanded  wide 
By  our  Redeemer's  grace, 

Shall  in  the  arms  of  fervent  love, 
All  heav'n  and  earth  embrace. 

HYMN  154.  C.  M. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

\  JERUSALEM  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee, 
When  will  thy  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

I  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  ston^ 
Most  ^Ioho'JS  to  behold; 


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Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav?d  with  gold. 

S  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green, 
Though  comely  long  have  been, 
Through  dark'ning  light,  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  most  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  go  from  thence? 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence) 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace. 

And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  love's  to  glory  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see, 
And  all  my  breathren  here  below? 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  T  bid  you  all  adieu, 

1  leave  you  in  God's  care, 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  There  we  shall  meet,  and  no  more  part. 

And  heav'n  shall  ring  with  praise, 
While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart, 
Shall  tune  the  song,  free  grace. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run. 

Our  song  shall  still  go  on, 


HYMN'S.  189 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  three  in  one. 

10  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 
Bright  shining  like  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  135.  C.  M. 

The  sovereignty  and  decrees  of  God. 

1  KEEP  silence  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod: 

My  souls  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  anil  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree: 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrdws  leave  to  be! 

j  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies? 
With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  the  eternal  pen. 

I  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke 
Ftflfils  some  deep  design. 

Here  he  exalts  neglected  worm« 
To  sceptres  and  a  crown; 


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And  there  the  foll'wing  page  he  turns. 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb! 

HYMN  136.  L.  M. 

A  way  to  do  good  to  enemies. 

1  KIND  souls,  who  for  the  mis'ries  moan 
Of  those  who  seldom  mind  their  own: 
But  treat  your  zeal  with  cold  disdain, 
Resolv'd  to  make  your  labors  vain. 

2  You  whose  sincere  affection  tends 
To  help  your  dear  ungrateful  friends, 
That  think  you  foes,  or  mad,  or  fools, 
Because  you  fain  would  save  their  souls. 

5  Though  deaf  to  ev'ry  warning  giv'n, 
They  say  they're  bound  with  you  to  heav'n 
But  often  think,  and  sometimes  say, 
The'll  never  go,  if  that's  the  way. 


HYMNS. 


191 


Though  tlic*y  the  spirit  of  God  resist, 
And  ridicule  your  faith  in  Christ; 
Though  they  blaspheme,  oppose,  condemn, 
And  hate  you  for  your  love  to  them: 

One  secret  way  is  left  you  still 
To  do  them  good  against  their  will; 
Here  they  can  no  obstruction  give, 
You  may  do  this  without  their  leave. 

Fly  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  pray'r 
And  pour  out  all  your  wishes  there; 
Effectual,  fervent  pray'r  prevals, 
"When  ev'ry  other  method  fails. 

HYMN  137.  7th  M. 
Ifezekiah's  prayer. 
KING  Hezekiah  lay  diseased, 
With  ev'ry  dang'rous  symptom  seiz'd, 

Beyond  the  cure  of  art; 
With  languid  pulse,  and  strength  decay'd3 
With  spirits  sunk  and  soul  dismay'd, 
And  ready  to  depart. 

His  friends  despair,  his  servants  droop; 
The  learned  Leach  can  give  no  hope; 

All  signs  of  life  are  fled: 
WJhen  loi  the  seer  Isaiah  came, 
With  words  to  damp  th'  expiring  flame, 

And  strike  the  dying  dead. 

Entering  the  royal  patient's  room, 
He  thus  denounced  the  dreadful  doom: 
"  Of  flatt'ring  hopes  beware! 


192  SELECTED 

God's  messenger  behold  I  stand, 
That  saith  the  Lord  thy  death's  at  hand: 
Prepare,  O  King,  prepare." 

4  Where  is  the  man,  whom  words  like  these 
(Though  free  before  from  all  disease) 

Would  not  deject  to  death? 
Fav'rite  of  heav'n!  in  thee  we  see 
The  miracle  of  pray'r;  in  thee 

Th'  Omnipotence  of  faith. 

5  Methinks  I  hear  the  hero  say, 
"And  must  my  life  be  snatch'd  away 

Before  I'm  fit  to  die? 
Can  pray'r  reverse  the  stern  decree, 
And  save  a  wretch  conderan'd  like  me? 

It  may — at  least  I'll  try. 

6  Ye  damps  of  death  that  chill  me  through, 
God's  prophet,  and  prediction  too, 

I  must  withstand  you  all: 
Both  heav'n  and  earth  a  while  begone; 
I  turn  me  to  the  Lord  alone, 

And  face  the  silent  wall." 

7  He  said;  and  weeping  pour'd  a  pray'r, 
That  conquer'd  pain,  remov'd  despair, 

With  ail  its  heavy  load: 
Repell'd  the  force  of  death's  attack, 
Brought  the  recanting  prophet  back, 

And  stay'd  the  hand  of  God. 


HYMNS.  19? 

HYMN  138.  L.  M. 
The  eternity  of  God,  and  man's  mortality, 

1  LORD  thou  hast  been  thy  children's  God, 
All-powerful,  wise,  and  good,  and  just, 

In  ev'ry  age  their  safe  abode, 

Their  hope,  their  refuge,  and  their  trust. 

2  Before  thy  word  gave  nature  birth. 
Or  spread  the  starry  heav'ns  abroad, 
Or  form'd  the  varied  face  of  earth, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

>  Great  Father  of  eternity, 
How  short  are  ages  in  thy  sight! 

A  thousand  years,  how  swift  they  fly, 
Like  one  short  silent  watch  of  night! 
I  Uncertain  life,  how  soon  it  Hies! 
Dream  of  an  hour,  how  short  our  bloom! 
Like  spring's  gay  verdue  now  we  rise*, 
Cut  down  ere  night  to  fill  the  tomb. 

>  Teach  us  to  count  our  short'ning  days, 
And  wfth  true  diligence  apply 

Our  hearts  to  wisdom's  sacred  ways, 
That  we  may  learn  to  live  and  die. 

HYMN  133.  C.  M. 

Tlie  omniscience  of  God. 

LORD,  thou  with  an  unerring  beam 

Surveyest  all  my  pow'rs; 
My  rising  steps  are  watch 'd  by  thee, 

By  thee,  my  resting  hours. 
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194  SELE.CTED 

2  My  thoughts,  scarce  struggling  into  birth, 
Great  God,  are  known  to  thee: 
Abroad,  at  home,  stilt  I'm  inclos'd 
With  thine  Immensity. 

S  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 
In  open  view  appear; 
Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
Without  thy  listening  ear. 

4  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there; 

Before  me  shines  thy  name: 
And  'tis  thy  strong  almighty  hand 
Sustains  my  tender  frame. 

5  Such  knowledge  mocks  the  vain  essays 

Of  my  astonish'd  mind; 
Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring  eye 
Its  towering  summit  find. 

HYMN  140.  C.  M. 
The  necessity  of  heart  religion. 

1  LONG  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  thee,  Lord, 

With  unavailing  pain: 
Fasted,  and  pray'd  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  with  th'  assembly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew; 

A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, 

The  pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law, 
Nor  knew  its  deep  design: 


HYMNS.  195 

The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
Nor  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  please  thee  thus,  at  length  I  see, 

Vainly  I  hop'd  and  strove: 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  spring  from  love? 

5  I  see  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts; 
Our  full  consent,  our  whole  desires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boast, 

Of  means  an  idol  made; 
The  spirit  in  the  letter  lost, 
The  substance  in  the  shade. 

Where  am  I  now,  and  what's  my  hope? 

What  can  my  weakness  do? 
Jesus,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up; 

Tis  thou  must  make  it  new. 

HYMN  141.  C.  M. 
Invitation  to  the  worldly  and  profane. 

1  LOVERS  of  pleasure    more  than  God, 

For  you  Christ  suffer'd  pain; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  spilt  his  blood ; 
And  shall  he  bleed  in  vaiu? 

2  Misers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  basest  crimes  he  lx>re; 
Drunkards,  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 
That  you  might  sin  no  more. 


196  SELECTED 

3  The  God  of  love  to  earth  he  came. 

That  you  might  come  to  heav'n: 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name. 
And  all  your  sins  forgiv'n. 

4  Believe  in  him  who  dy'd  for  thee; 

And  sure  as  he  has  dy'd, 
Thy  debt's  discharged  thy  soul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  justify 'd. 

HYMN  142.  4th  M. 

The  celebration  of  Christ 

1  LET  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me, 

The  Saviour  of  mankind; 
T'  adore  the  all  atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  ot  Jesus'  name. 

2  Jesus!  transporting  sound! 
The  joy  of  earth  and  heav'n; 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  giv'n, 
By  which  we  may  salvation  have, 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  Jesus!  harmonious  name; 
It  charms  the  hosts  above; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love: 

'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 

'Tis  heav'n  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise, 


197 


His  name  the  sinner  hears, 

And  is  from  sin  set  free; 

'Tis  music  in  his  ears, 

'Tis  life  and  victory; 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
The  theme  of  grace,  eternal  joy. 

Stung  by  the  scorpion  sin, 

My  poor  expiring  soul 

The  balmy  sound  drinks  in, 

And  is  at  once  made  whole: 
See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree! 
I  hear,  I  feel  he  dy'd  for  me. 

O  unexampled  love! 

()  all-redeeming  grace! 

How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  a  fallen  race! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known. 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hath  done. 

O  for  a  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call, 

To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice, 

In  him  who  dy'd  for  all! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucify 'd! 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  dy'd. 

HYMN  143.  5th  M. 
•;  I  will  not  let  thee  go  except  thou  bless  me.?> 
LORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
'1  ill  a  blessing  thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent  pressing  catfe. 


198  SELECTED 

£  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am? 

Ah,  my  Lord  thou  knowest  my  name1 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

5  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold. 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy  seat  by  pray-'rj 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  passM  since  then. 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now, 
"Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need. 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Wilt  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold. 
?Tis  thy  gooduess  makes  me  bold; 
T  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  145.  C.  M. 

Zion  in  captivity. 

1  LOOK.,  how  the  sons  of  Zion  lai 
Along  yon  Babel's  stream? 


iuma;as.  irJ9 

Weeping,  aud  mourning  all  t\ie  day, 
How  sorrowful  they  seem! 

2  See!  how  their  tuneless  harps  are  hung 

(That  did  with  music  ring) 
Upon  the  willows  all  unstrung, 
Distun'd  in  evYy  string! 

3  Hark,  hear  them  tell  with  flowing  tears, 

What  happy  days  they've  seen, 
While  they  reflect  on  former  years, 
As  on  a  pleasing  dream. 

4  How  lately  in  the  promis'd  land, 
We  sweetly  heard  them  sing; 

When  they  in  faith  did  firmly  stand 
Bold  for  their  God  and  King; 

5  But  now  are  captive  Jed,  by  those 
Who  triumph  over  them; 

In  bondage  held  by  tyrant  foes, 
In  Babel's  foreign  land. 

5  0  thon,  that  gave  king  David  skill 
To  tune  his  royal  harp. 
Shine  from  the  height  of  Zion's  hill 
And  cheer  their  drooping  heart 

HYMN  145.  L.  M, 
The  evils  of  a  hard  heart 
LORD,  hear  a  burden'd  sinner  mourn. 


Who  fctedly  would  to  thee  return 
Thy  tender  mercies  0  impart 
M "•  '■-  j  1   :.^  stonv  heai 


200  SELECTED 

2  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  which  sinks  me  down. 
Nor  asks  thy  smiles,  nor  fears  thy  frown; 
This  causes  all  my  woe  and  smart, 

Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart! 

3  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  my  gracious  Lord, 
Which  scorns  thy  love  and  slights  thy  word, 
Which  tempts  me  from  thee  to  depart; 
Lord,  take  aw'iy  this  stony  heart! 

4  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  whose  bold  reply 
Gives  all  thy  sacred  truth  the  lie, 
And  would  thy  promises  pervert; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart! 

5  'Tis  this  hard  heart  I  feel  within, 

Which  slights  thy  grace,  and  cleaves  to  sin; 
Sure  'tis  of  hell  the  counterpart; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart! 

6  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  which  dares  withstand 
All  the  dread  judgments  of  thy  hand, 
Which  daily  acts  the  rebel  part; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart! 

7  'Tis  this  hard  heart  which  day  by  day 
Would  shut  my  mouth,  nor  let  me  pray, 
Yea,  would  from  ov'ry  duty  start: 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart] 

8  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  whose  fatal  snare 
Tempts  me  to  pride,  or  to  despair; 

O,  in  me,  Lord,  thy  pow'r  exert. 
And  take  away  this  stonv  heart! 


HYMNS.  201 

9  'Tis  tnis  hard  heart  I  cannot  bear, 
Lord,  hear  and  answer  this  my  pray'r; 
Its  rage,  its  pow'r,  its  madness  slay; 
Lord,  take  this  stony  heart  away! 

10  Sure  the  bless'd  day  will  shortly  come, 
When  this  hard  heart  shall  know  its  doom, 
When  I  no  more  shall  sin  retain, 

Nor  of  a  stony  heart  complain. 

11  Yes,  friendly  death,  with  welcome  stroke 
Will  loose  the  chain — will  break  the  yoke; 
And  when  arriv'd  on  glory's  shore, 

A  stony  heart  be  felt  no  more. 

HYMN  146.  S.  M. 

Peter  walking  upon  the  water. 

*      LORD,  bid  me  come  to  thee, 
Nor  raging  billows  dread, 
Speak — and  I  walk  the  foaming  deep, 
Nor  doubt  thy  certain  aid, 

Jesus,  I  hear  thy  call, 
Behold!  I  venture  near. 
But,  0  the  stormy  winds  rise  high 
And  lo!  I  sink  with  fear. 

The  Saviour  looks,  and  loves, 
And  ail  his  bowels  move, 
Kindly  he  takes  me  in  his  arms, 
And  thus  he  speaks  in  love: 

"  0  wherefore  didst  thou  doubt, 
Or  heave  the  fearful  sigh? 


202  SELECTED 

How  could  this  heart  of  mine  say  come, 
And  coming  see  thee  die? 

5  Though  unhelief  I  chide 
And  gently  now  reprove, 

My  weakest  limb  shall  never  fail 
While  all  my  heart  is  love." 

6  Lord,  I  abhor  my  fears, 
But  thy  free  grace  adore, 

Now  give  the  confidence  of  faith 
And  bid  me  doubt  no  more. 

HYMN  147.  C.  M. 

The  presence  of  God  worth  dying  for:  or  the 

death  of  Moses. 

1  LORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 

To  see  thy  lovely  face; 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  This  Gabriel  knows,  and  fears  thy  name 

With  rapture  on  his  tongue; 
Moses  the  saint  enjoys  the  same, 
And  heav'n  repeats  the  song. 

3  While  the  bright  nation  sounds  thy  praise 

From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odors  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  region  fill. 

4  Thy  love  a  sea  without  a  shore, 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad: 
0  'tis  a  heav'n  worth  dying  for. 
To  see  a  smiling  God! 


HYMNS.  203 

5  Show  me  thy  face  and  I'll  away 

From  all  inferior  things; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  1  quit  my  clay. 
And  stretch  my  airy  wiDgs. 

6  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky. 

The  wond'rous  prophet  try'd; 
Climb  up  the  mount,  says  God,  and  die; 
The  prophet  climb'd  and  dy'd. 

7  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 

Upon  his  Maker's  breast; 
His  Maker  kiss'd  his  soul  away, 
And  laid  his  flesh  to  rest. 

8  In  God's  own  arms  he  left  the  breath 

That  God's  own  spirit  gave; 
His  was  the  noblest  road  to  death, 
And  his  the  sweetest  grave. 

HYMN  148.  C.  M. 
The  Lord  is  my  portion. 

i  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 
It  hath  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 
No  more  content  afford; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these; 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 


As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day, 
The  sfars  are  all  eoneeal'd; 


204  SELECTED 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealM. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  ray  choice. 

I  bid  them  all  depart; 
His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice., 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone. 

And  wholly  live  to  thee; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  wretch  like  me? 

6  Yes,  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst; 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will; 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  lov'd  me  first. 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 

HYiMN  149.  S.  M. 
Walking  in  love, 

1  LET  strife  forever  cease, 

And  envy  quit  the  field; 
Come,  join  and  live  in  love  and  peace. 
And  to  the  gospel  yield. 

2  Let  bitter  words  no  more 

Among  the  saints  remain; 
Let  ev'ry  member  ev'ry  hour, 
Submit  to  Jesus'  reign. 

3  One  Lord  we  have  to  fear, 

One  faith  we  all  confess, 

To  the  same  Spirit  we  adhere. 

And  magnify  free  grace- 


HYMNS.  205 

4  Then  why  should  we  contend 

For  meat,  and  drink,  and  dress, 
And  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  pierce  his  wounds  afresh? 

i  'When  bitter  words  arise, 
Then  satan  has  his  ejids, 
AVe  wound  the  heart  and  hands  of  Christ, 
Amidst  his  chosen  friends. 

6  No  more  we'll  feed  the  flame, 
Nor  judge  ourselves  too  wise, 

But  search  with  care  to  find  the  beam 
That  lurks  within  our  eyes. 

7  Unto  the  world  we'll  prove 

That  we  disciples  are; 
They  shall  behold  us  walk  in  love, 
And  say,  "  the  Lord  is  there." 

HYMN  150.  9th  M. 
Behold  I  come  quickly. 

1  LO!  he  comes  with  clouds  descending. 

Once  for  favord  sinners  slain! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train; 

Hallelujah, 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 

2  Ev-ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 
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206  SELECTED 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away: 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump,  proclaim  the  day. 
Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment!   come  away! 

4  Now  redemption  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear! 
All  his  saints  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air! 
Hallelujah! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear! 

5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  spirit, 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom! 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit? 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home: 
All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  cornel 

6  Yea,  amen!  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thy  exalted  throne! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory; 

Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own! 
O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah!  come,  Lord,  come 

HYMN  151.  S.  M. 

This  is  the  way,  ivalk  ye  in  it. 

I       Let  heav'n  and  earth  agree, 
And  sacred  anthems  raise. 


HYMN?.  207 

To  Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
For  free,  and  sovereign  grace. 

Behold  the  spotless  Lamb. 
Descending  from  above 
To  bring  us  wand'ring  strangers  home. 
Upon  the  wings  of  love. 

O  may  our  souls  rejoice, 
His  precepts  to  obey; 
Who,  to  fulfil  all  righteousness, 
Mark'd  out  the  humble  way. 

Thus  Jesus  did  descend 
Into  the  liquid  stream; 
"Which  teaches  sinners  not  to  scorn 
What  him  so  well  became. 

O  may  we  then  march  on, 
Nor  fear  what  men  shall  say; 
Deny  ourselves,  and  take  our  cross 
Since  Jesus  leads  the  way. 

We  dare  no  longer  stand, 
As  neuters  to  the  cause, 
But  by  thy  help  of  grace  we'll  yield 
Obedience  to  thy  laws. 

Into  the  wafry  tomb, 
We  cheerfully  descend, 
In  token  of  our  faith  and  love, 
To  our  celestial  friend. 

Lord,  meet  us  here  this  day, 
WTho  come  to  do  thy  will! 


208  SELECTED 

Grant  us  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord. 
Thy  promis'd  grace  fulfil. 

i)       Descend,  O  heav'nly  Dove, 
And  wing  our  souls  away, 
Unto  that  bright  and  happy  shore, 
Of  everlasting  day. 

10    This  day  I'll  make  my  choice, 
To  serve  the  Lord  Most  High; 
Deny  myself,  take  up  the  cross, 
And  do  it  cheerfully. 

HYMN  152.  8th  M. 

The  christian  warfare. 

i  LIFE'S  a  warfare,  I'm  a  soldier, 
Death  shall  not  my  soul  surprise; 
Dangers  only  make  me  bolder, 
I  through  grace  shall  win  the  prize; 
Jesus  he  gives  me  my  orders, 
Bids  me  fight  and  conquer  on; 
Zion's  God  is  my  rewarder, 
When  through  grace  the  vict'ry's  won 

2  Many  foes  beset  the  christian, 
The  true  follower  of  Christ; 
He  that's  under  Jesus  'listed, 
May  expect  a  soldier's  Hfe: 
Pride  and  unbelief  together, 
Both  are  enemies  to  grace; 
Carnal  mirth,  and  worldly  pleasure* 
Each  forbid  the  christian  race. 


HYMNS.  209 

5  Prayer  is  the  eonqu'ring  weapon. 
And  the  sword  that  all  must  wield. 
None  will>  it  was  ever  beaten, 
Or  compell'd  to  quit  the  field: 
Though  the  pow'rs  of  hell  infernal. 
All  against  the  saint  unite; 
Faith  in  God's  own  Son  eternal. 
Puts  their  legions  all  to  flight. 

4  Then  tight  on,  ye  Zion  soldiers, 
In  our  Saviour's  blessed  cause; 
Let  us  show  to  all  beholders. 
We  are  govern'd  by  his  laws; 
When  we've  won  immortal  glory, 
And  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  land,; 
Then  we'll  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
How  we  conquerd  through  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  153.  L.  M. 
The  temper  of  the  gospel. 

1  LORD,  when  I'm  injur'd  here  and  there. 
And  false  reports  arc  carried  round, 
With  innocence  may  I  appear, 

And  clad  with  love  be  ever  found. 

2  Let  not  thy  cause  be  wounded,  Lord, 
By  ought  that's  said  or  done  by  me: 
1M  rather  never  speak  a  word 

My  God,  than  not  to  speak  for  thee. 

3  Where  doors  are  shut  and  guarded  round 
With  discord  and  with  prejudice, 

My  blessed  Jesus  is  not 'found, 
He  never  dwells  in  such,  a  place 
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210  SELECTED 

4  When  I  am  wounded  by  my  friends, 
That  once  went  hand  in  hand  with  me, 
Rather  than  ask  of  them  amends, 

I'd  recommend  them,  Lord,  to  thee. 

5  111  teil  thee,  Lord,  what  they  have  done, 
With  tears  of  pity  on  my  face, 

And  on  ray  knees  before  thy  throne, 
I'll  plead  for  them  thy  pardoning  grace. 

6  Lord,  for  the  honor  of  thy  name, 
Let  not  thy  cause  decline  and  die; 
Lest  Zion's  sons  be  cloth'd  with  shame, 
And  precious  souls  destroy'd  thereby. 

7  Forbid,  0  Lord,  what  scoffers  say, 
They'll  come  to  naught,  they  disagree; 
See  how  they  fall  out  by  the  way, 
Ha,  ha,  so  would  we  have  it  be. 

8  Lord,  let  thine  enemies  be  slain 

By  thy  all-powerful  conqu'ring  word: 
Let  pride  and  discontent  ne'er  reign, 
Among  thy  saints,  the  sons  of  God. 

9  Then  shall  thy  name  be  lifted  high; 

Thy  church  on  earth  be  crown'd  and  bless'tl; 
When  fervent  love  and  charity 
Shall  rule  and  reign  ini  ev'ry  breast. 

HYMN  154.  C.  M 

Banquet  of  love. 

1   LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace: 


HYMNS.  211 

Bat  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place: 

I  that  am  all  defil'd  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God; 
I  that  have  crucify \1  his  Son, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room! 
My  Savior  takes  me  by  the  hand, 

My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

i  "  Eat  0  my  friends,"  the  Savior  cries, 
"  The  feast  was  made  for  you: 
For  you  1  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  dy'd, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too." 

5  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hearts, 
Lord,  we  accept  thy  love; 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had! 
What  will  it  be  above? 

)  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heav'n, 
Join  all  your  praising  powers: 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

'  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  thee: 
Ifad  1  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmonv. 


212  SELECTED 

HYMN   155.  PM, 

The  good  Shepherd. 

1  Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Come  and  bid  our  jarring  cease; 
Come,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace, 
Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

§  Many  follow  men's  inventions, 

And  submit  to  human  laws; 
Hence  division  and  contentions 

Sully  the  Redeemer's  cause: 
Hence  we  suffer  persecution. 

While  the  foolish  virgins  sleep; 
All  is  uproar  and  confusion, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  lead  thy  sheep. 

->  Some  of  Paul,  some  of  Apollos, 

Some  of  Cephas,  none  agrees 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  lord,  to  follow  thee; 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers. 

Ev'ry  hindrance  overleap; 
Fearing  not  their  force  or  numbers, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth: 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 
That  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth; 


IIYMX3.  213 

On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 
Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep; 

Love's  our  bond,  and  Christ  our  centre, 
Come  good  Shepherd  feed  thy  sheep. 

Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  we'll  not  fear; 
Nothing  Lord  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  loving  Shepherd's  near: 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying.  "Fear  not  littie  flock, 
I  myself  am  your  foundation, 

Ye  are  built  upon  this  rock: 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly. 

Lest  you  sink  into'the  deep; 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep." 

Christ  alone  our  soul  shall  rest  on, 

Taught  by  him  we  own  his  name; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame: 
Glory!  glory!  give  him  glory, 

Strong  is  he  and  he  will  keep; 
He  will  clear  our  way  before  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep, 


214  SELECTED 

HYMN  156. 

The  good  old  way. 

1   LIFT  up  your  heads,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasures  Jesus  sends; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay; 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  ivay. 

CHORUS. 

For  I  have  sweet  hope  of  glory  in  fiiy  soul; 

I  have  sweet  hope  of  glory  in  my  soul; 

I  feel,  I  feel,  J  feel  Pm  on  my  journey  home- 

2  Our  conflicts  here  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory: 
If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

S  Though  satan  may  his  pow'r  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy; 
Yet  never  fear,  we'll  win  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

4  0  good  old  way  how  sweet  thou  art! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart; 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promis'd  land; 
Then  we  will  shout,  and  sing  and  pray,. 
And  march  along  t\\egood  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls  for  heav'n  contend, 
Remember  life  is  at  the  end: 


HYMNS. 


245 


Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  join  with  those  who're  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 
By  walking  in  the  good  old  way.* 

HYMN  157.  C.  M. 

Incarnation  of  Christ, 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join. 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  iove,  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  regions  ran, 

And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'dj 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy- 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night 
Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 

W^hen  bursting  glorious  heav'nly  light 

The  wond'rous  scene  unfurl 'd. 
*  By  Christ  the  ncw_arul  Jiving  way. 


216  bELEClEb 

6  Hark!'  the  cherubic  angels  shout 

And  glory  leads  the  song: 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  glorious  heav'nly  throng. 

7  Mortals,  with  joy  the  song  repeat. 

Glory  to  God  on  high; 
Good  will,  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
Jesus  was  born  to  die! 

HYMN  158.  C.  M. 
Heavenly  joy 9  or  the  soul  happy  in  Christ. 

1  MY  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

I  have  a  feast  at  home: 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs; 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love; 
This  is  my  joyful  feast. 

4  This  makes  me,  Abba,  Father,  cry 

With  confidence  of  soul, 
This  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God; 
And  that  without  control. 

5  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne. 


HYMNS.  £JT 

And  from  the  Lamb — a  living  stream, 
Clear  as  the  chrystal  stone. 

6  This  stream  doth  water  paradise; 

It  makes  the  angels  sing; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  soul, 
Whence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

7  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 

And  rail  of  glory  too; 
Such  hidden  manna   hidden  pearls, 
As  worldlings  do  not  know. 

8  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 

I  taste  thy  sweetest  love; 
My  soul  doth  leap,  but  O  for  wings— 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove. 

9  Then  would  my  soul  fly  hence  away, 

Leaving  this  world  of  sin; 
Then  would  my  Lord  reach  forth  his  hand. 
And  kindly  take  me  in. 

tO  Then  would  my  soul  with  angels  feast 
On  joys  that  ever  last; 
Bless'd-be  my  God,  the  God  of  joys, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  taste. 

HYMN  159.  5th  M. 
Lord  appear  on  ZiotPs  side. 

I  MIGHTY  God,  on  thee  we  call, 
O  look  down  on  Zion's  wall; 
Build  her  ruins  that  are  wide; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side, 

10 


218  SELECTED 

2  See  thy  people,  dearest  Lord, 
Scattered  and  dispers'd  abroad , 
How  their  foes  do  them  deride; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

S  Sad  and  dark  is  Zion's  case, 
Since  the  Lord  hath  hid  his  face; 
Turn,  and  save  thy  mourning  bride; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

4  Let  thy  children  hear  thy  voice, 
That  they  may  again  rejoice; 
Humble  down  the  sons  of  pride; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  sider 

5  Pity,  Lord,  her  afflicted  state, 
And  appear  for  Jesus'  sake: 
Must  we  ever  be  deny'd? 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

6  Once  they  sung  thy  praises  bold, 
And  with  joy  thy  wonders  told; 
Now  they  mourn,  in  sorrow  hide; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

7  Love  is  cold,  and  sins  abound. 
Truth  is  scarcely  to  be  found; 
Error  doth  in  triumph  ride; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

8  Raise  thy  people  up  again, 
Let  them  evermore  remain. 
And  within  thy  truth  abide: 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 


HYMNS. 


219 


9  Make  thy  mighty  pow'r  Known, 
That  the  world  thy  name  may  ewn; 
Send  down  thy  gospel  far  anil  wide; 
Lord,  appear  on  Xion's  side. 

HYMN  160.  8th  M. 

Bartimeus'  prayer. 

1  «  MERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David," 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd; 

"  Many  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 
O  wilt  thou  vouchsafe  thine  aid." 

2  For  his  crying  many  chid  him, 
But  he  cry'd  the  louder  still, 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  hid  him; 
Come,  and  ask  me  what  thou  wilt. 

Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Tho'  by  begging  us'd  to  live; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms,  which  none  but  Christ  could  give. 

I  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day: 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  drawn  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around; 

"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found!" 

"  0  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me; 


220  SELECTED 

Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

0  the  Lamb  the  lovely  Lamb,  the  Lamb  on  Cal- 

vary! 
Who  spake  the  word  with  healing  pow'r  ant 
gave  my  soul  to  see! 

HYMN  161.  S.  M, 

"  None  is  able  to  pluck  Christ's  sheep  out  of  hit 
hand.''9 

1  MY  soul  with  joy  attend, 

Hark!  hear!  'tis  Jesus  speaks! 

No  angels  harp  such  music  yields, 

As  what  my  shepherd  9peaks. 

2  "  I  know  my  sheep"  he  cries, 

u  My  soul  approves  them  well: 
Vain  is  the  treach/rous  world's  disguise,. 
And  vain  the  rage  pf  hell. 

3  I  freely  feed  them  now 

With  tokens  of  my  love, 
"  But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams  above* 

4  Unnumber'd  years  of  bliss 

1  to  my  sheep  will  give; 
And  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands, 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5  This  tried  almighty  hand 

Is  raised  for  their  defence: 
Where  is  the  pow'r  shall  reach  them  there? 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence?" 


HYMNS,.  221 

Enough,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Let  faith  triumphant  cry; 
My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live, 

Can  on  this  promise  die. 

HYMN  162.  L.  M. 
The  triumph,  or  shouting  hymn. 
MY  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame,, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name 
Aloud  with  songs  of  praise  rejoice. 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice. 
Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring: 
I'll  sing  and  shout  forever  more, 
On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

0  hope  of  glory!  Jesus,  come, 

And  make  my  breast  thy  humble  home; 
For  the  short  remnant  of  my  days, 

1  want  to  shout  and  sing  thy  praise. 
0  give  me,  Lord,  an  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day; 

For  to  give  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing, 

And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

Then  give  me,  Lord,  an  heart  to  pray, 

To  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath. 

Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Then,  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb; 
And  when  you  march  that  solemn  road, 
Then  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 
19* 


SELECTED 

7  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 

"Will  shout  and  praise  the  God  of  love, 

Until  that  great  tremendous  day, 

"When  Christ  shall  wake  our  slumb'ring  clay. 

S  Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we?H  spring, 
And  shout,  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 
We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

9  Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  will  the  Sov'reign  of  the  skies 
In  smiles  unto  his  children,  say, 
Come,  reign  with  me,  in  endless  day. 

1  0  Then  on  that  holy,  happy  shore, 
"We'll  shout  and  sing  all  suff'rings  o'er; 
"We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring. 

HYMN  163.  C.  M. 

"  Not  of  works  lest  any  man  should  boast" 

1  MY  guilty  soul!  how  long  beset 

With  terrors  all  around, 
Whiie  law  and  justice  claim'd  their  debt. 
And  I  no  payment  found. 

2  In  works  and  duties  long  I  try'd 

Some  inward  peace  to  find; 
The  more  I  strove  the  more  I  cry'd, 
"  Ahi  much  is  left  behind!" 

3  My  weary 'd  soul  the  task  renew'd, 

And  fain  the  prize  would  win; 


HYMNS.  223 

But  when  my  righteous  deeds  I  view'd, 
I  found  each  deed  was  sin. 

4  Now  Sinai's  thunders  louder  roll, 

And  sense  declar'd  me  lost; 
Distracting  anguish  seiz'd  my  soul. 
And  hope  gave  up  the  ghost. 

5  At  length  I  heard  the  gospel  sound; 

A  joyful  sound  to  me! 
Jehovah  just  may  still  be  found, 
And  set  th'  ungodly  free. 

6  That  precious  blood  which  faith  applies. 

In  spite  of  hell  and  sin, 
My  guilty  conscience  pacifies, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  within. 

7  Say  dearest  Shepherd,  tell  me  why 

To  me  such  mighty  love? 
That  such  a  poor  lost  sheep  as  I 

Such  wond'rous  grace  should  prove  I 

8  Reason  I  seek,  but  seek  in  vain! 
For  none  I  e'er  shall  know: 

The  deep,  the  searchless  deep  is  plain. 
That  God  would  have  it  sol 

HYMN  164.  S.  M 

Mount  Zign. 

1  MOUT  Zion  is  my  home, 

Fair  Salem's  happy  ground; 
'Tis  there  my  dearest  friends  are  gone, 
And  thither  I  am  bemd. 


224  SELECTED 

2  My  journey  I've  begun, 

I  hope  to  reach  the  place; 
Through  dangers  I  march  boldly  on, 
And  run  the  heav'n! y  race. 

3  With  some  poor  pilgrims  here, 

Bound  heav'nward  I  march; 
To  Zion  we  are  drawing  near 
With  melody  of  heart. 

4  Mount  Zion  from  afar, 

Beyond  all  nature's  lines, 
With  raptures  I  aloft  do  spy, 
With  dazzling  lustre  shines. 

5  Although  the  distance's  great, 

Between  the  place  and  me, 
Yet  all  along  the  way  is  straight, 
And  most  direct  I  see. 

6  And  though  my  journey's  long, 

And  tedious  too  withal, 
I  hope  ere  long  to  join  the  throng. 
Within  mount  Zion's  walls. 

HYMN  165.  L.    M. 

Jin  alarm  to  the  holy  war. 

J  MY  Captain  sounds  th'  alarm  of  war 
"  Awake!  the  pow'rs  of  hell  are  near! 
To  arms!  to  arms!"  I  hear  him  cry, 
u  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die.*' 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound. 
I  cast  my  eager  ovec  around; 


HYMNS*  5 

Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  sword  I  wield; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arnvd  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conq'ring  banner  o'er  my  head. 

In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust; 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast: 
Through  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on. 
To  vict'ry  and  the  victor's  crown. 

HYMN  166.  L.  M. 

Judgment — the  books  opened. 

METHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  ev'ry  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  pris'n2rs  under  ground. 

The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command; 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand! 

Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 
Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men! 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  heavVs  unerring  pen. 


226  SELECTED 

4  To  ev'ry  soul,  the  books  assign 
The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward: 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine, 
No  pleas  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 

5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 
May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve: 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enrolled. 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  167.  7th  M> 
The  swiftness  of  time. 

1  MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  like  the  rolling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole: 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  shall  launch  the  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  roll  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
Unthinking  man  remember  this, 
Thou  'midst  of  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  grasp,  and  die. 

3  My  soul, attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall. 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night 


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4  Eternal  bliss,  eternal  woe, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath; 
The  God  of  Nature  only  knows, 
AVhether  another  day  shall  close, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  And  shall  I  spend  my  life  in  dreams? 
Vast  is  the  change,  howe'er  it  seems 

To  poor  unthinking  men? 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  humbly  bow, 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  will  tell  me  then. 

6  When  I  shall  meet  death's  cold  embrace, 
May  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 

To  take  the  sting  away; 
May  some  kind  angel  then  be  nigh, 
To  bear  my  soul  above  the  sky, 

To  live  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  168.  26th  M. 

The  young  preacher's  address  to  his  brother  in 
the  ministry. 

MY  friend,  what  thousands  I  behold, 
Their  bodies  deck'd  with  flowing  robes, 
With  vanity  wrapt  round  th-eir  souls, 

Against  the  day  of  wrath! 
My  thoughts  in  consternation  stand, 
To  see  the  circumstance  of  man, 
To  view  the  blessed  gospel  plan. 

And  its  eternal  worth! 


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2  Methinks  I  see  ten  thousand  souls 
Upon  the  brink  of  eternal  woe, 
And  now  the  voice  it  thro1  me  rolls, 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  way: 
Necessity  lies  at  the  door, 
The  cross  is  great — we  can't  get  o'er; 
Come  then  we'll  wear  it  evermore, 

Be  faithful  while  we  stay. 

3  For  we  must  blow  the  trump  aloud, 
And  sound  deliv'rance  to  the  crowd, 
For  though  God's  charriot  is  a  cloud; 

He  makes  the  wheels  of  man, 
And  thus  rolls  on  his  great  designs; 
Wave  your  tall  heads  ye  lofty  pines, 
Ye  sinners  bow,  ye  saints  incline, 

And  all  confess  his  hand. 

4  Now  the  shrill  birds  his  honors  raise, 
And  mount  the  morning's  brightest  rays, 
"While  growling  beasts  attempt  his  praise 

In  hoarser  harmony; 
Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing, 
Ye  mortals  touch  the  golden  string, 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King, 

And  shout  his  vict'ry  nigh. 

5  Methinks  the  day  is  just  at  hand; 

Our  captive  souls  will  break  their  bands, 
And  Jesus  Christ  will  lead  the  van, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire; 
Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  storm. 
Prepare  his  way,  his  troops  adorn. 
Appearing  in  their  lovely  form, 

With  all  the  heav'nly  choir. 


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Your  work  is  done,  the  angels  cry; 
Amen,  amen,  our  souls  reply, 
For  we  shall  waft  above  the  sky, 

And  bow  before  the  Lamb; 
Swift  we  ascend  the  heav'nly  place, 
And  hasten  to  our  home  at  last, 
We  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace, 

We  come,  O  Lord,  we  come. 

T  Now  we  arrive  to  th'  heav'idy  land, 
Our  souls  with  angels  there  shall  stand, 
With  harp  and  psaltry  in  our  hand, 

To  sing  the  Man  we  love; 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  strain, 
Hallelujah's  all  our  theme; 
O  bless  and  praise  his  holy  name, 

0  all  ye  pow'rs  above! 

HYMN  169.  20th  M. 

The  heavenly  rapture, 

MY  soul's  full  of  glory  which  inspires  my 
tongue,  [them  a  song: 

Could  I  meet   with  bright   angels   I'd    sing 
I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms. 

Methinks  they're  assembling  to  hear  while  I 

sing,  [King: 

Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals   praising   their 

0  angels!  O  angels!  my  soul's  all  on  flame, 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures  at  Jesus'  dear  name. 

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3  O  Jesus!  0  Jesus!  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
'Twas  thee  my  dear  Jesus  that  made  my 

heart  whole:  [sweet  King, 

0  bring  me  to  view  thee,  thou  precious 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

4  O  heaven!  sweet  heaven!  I  long  to  be  there, 
To  meet  my  dear  brethren   and  Jesus  all 

Fair: 
Come  angels,  come  angels,  I'm  ready  to  fly, 
Come  quickly,  convey   me  to  Christ  in  the 

sky. 

5  Sweet  spirits  attend   me,  till  Jesus    shall 

come,  [home: 

Protect  and  defend  me,  until  I'm  calFd 
Though  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as 

their  prey,  [day. 

'Twill  outshine  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noon 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon  turn'd 

to  blood,  [of  God, 

The  mountains  shall  melt  at  the  presence 
Red  lightning  shall  flash  and  loud  thunders 

shall  roar;  [bright  shore. 

All  this  shall  not  daunt  me  on  Canaan's 

7  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  o'erpowers  my  soul, 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures  to  view  the  bright 

gold; 
My  soul  while  I'm  singing  is  ready  to  go. 
A  moment  for  heaven  I  leave  all  below. 


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8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,   my  Lord  bids 

me  come,  [home; 

Farewell,  my  dear  sisters,  I'm  now  going 
Bright  angels  do  whisper  so  sweet  in  my  ear, 
Away  to  my  Saviour  my  spirit  doth  bear. 

9  Pm  going,  I'm  going,  but  what  do  I  see, 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory  appears  unto  me; 

I'm  going,  I'm  going,  I'm  going,  I'm  gone; 
O  glory!  O  glory!  'tis  done,  it  is  doue. 

10  To  regions  of  glory  my  spirit  is  fled, 
And  left  this  poor  body  inactive  and  dead, 
With  angelic  armies  in  glory's  bright  blaze, 
On  Jesus'  beauty  forever  to  gaze. 

11  When   th'  Judge  shall   descend,  and  the 

trumpet  shall  sound,  [under  ground, 
And  'wake  God's  dear  children  that  sleep 
Their  souls  and  their  bodies  shall    then  join 

in  one,  [crown. 

And  each  from  their  Saviour  receive  a  bright 

12  In    realms  then   of  glory,  our  souls  shall 

unite 
With  cherubic  legions,  in  songs  of  delight; 
Come,  ye  bless'd  of  my  Father,  our  Saviour 

shall  say, 
And  dwell  in  bright  mansions  of  eternal  day'. 

HYJVKN  170.  L.  M. 

The  harp  hung  on  the  willows. 

1  MY  harp  untun'd,  and  laid  aside, 
(To  cheerful  hours  the  harp  belongs) 


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My  cruel  foes  insulting  cry'd, 
Come,  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs. 

2  Alas!  when  sinners  blindly  bold, 
At  Zion  scoff,  and  Zion's  King; 

When  zeal  declines,  and  love  grows  cold 
Is  it  a  day  for  me  to  sing? 

3  Time  was,  when'er  the  saints  I  met. 
With  joy  and  praise  my  bosom  glow'd; 
But  now,  like  Eli,  sad  I  sit, 

And  tremble  for  the  ark  of  God. 

4  While  thus  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 

"  Dismiss  thy  fears  the  ark  is  mine. 

:')  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow'r; 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

6  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 
I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  pray'r; 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

7  Lord,  i  obey,  my  hopes  revive, 
Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints  and  sing, 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  healing  bring. 


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HYMN  171.  C.  M. 
The  mercy  of  God  free  and  sovereign. 

1  MERCY  divine  is  sovereign,  free, 

And  infinitely  great: 
Ancient  as  vast  eternity, 
And  most  divinely  sweet. 

2  The  wond'rous  mercy  of  a  God 

Saves  an  apostate  race. 
Applies  the  balm  of  Jesus'  blood, 
And  yields  a  sacred  peace. 

5  Pardon  and  life,  and  heav'nly  joys, 

Flow  from  this  living  spring; 
Streams  of  rich  blessings  ever  rise, 
To  make  us  sweetly  sing. 

4  'Tis  mercy  buries  all  complaints, 
Gives  pleasures  ever  new; 
O  how  she  triumphs  o'er  the  saints, 
And  makes  them  triumph  too. 

c  Great  God  of  mercy  roll  along, 
M^rry  to  cv'ry  soul; 
May  mercy  be  the  blissful  song, 
Sounded  from  pole  to  pole. 

6  Come,  0  my  soul,  and  join  the  lays, 

Swell  ev'ry  tuneful  pow'r; 
Let  ev'ry  chorus  sound  her  praise, 
Let  ev'rv  note  adore. 


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HYMN  Iti.  C.  M. 
Christ  Min  ML 

1  MY  Jesu3  he  is  all  to  me, 

Whate'er  my  soul  can  crave: 
A  fountain  free  is  Christ  to  me. 
That  I  no  want  can  have. 

2  My  Jesus  he  is  strength  to  me, 

When  do  fainting  lie, 
He's  health  in  sickness,  life  in  death. 
In  war  he's  victory. 

3  In  famine  he  is  food  to  me. 

In  thirst  he's  royal  wine; 
No  want  can  be  attending  me, 
Since  Jesus  he  is  mine. 

4  My  Jesus  he  is  light  to  me, 

When  I  in  darkness  go; 
Such  fulness  in  my  Jesus  is, 
That  I  no  want  can  know. 

5  My  Jesus  he  is  liberty, 

When  bondage  doth  oppress: 
Though  I've  in  sin  polluted  been, 
Christ  is  my  righteousness. 

6  When  satan  doth  beset  me  roundj 

My  Jesus  he  is  strong: 
A  refuge  he  is  then  to  me, 
And  he  shall  be  my  song. 


HYMNS.  -OJ 

HYMN  173.  C.  M- 

Jfode  of  Baptism. 

i  MINE  ears  delighted  with  the  sound, 
It  breaks  in  silent  air; 
It  rings  melodious  all  around, 
It  chords,  I  hear  no  jar. 

2  How  beautiful  the  saints  appear, 

They're  to  the  water  bound; 
This  is  the  voice  that  I  do  hear, 
With  songs  their  joys  abound. 

3  In  order  ran'k,  they  slowly  move, 

And  praise  their  mighty  King; 
All  solemn  faces  full  of  love, 
Adoring  while  they  sing. 

4  I  see  the  heaven-born  candidate, 

With  wonder  and  surprise, 
Saying,  why  me,  Lord,  I've  come  so  late; 
Then  tears  roll  from  his  eyes. 

5  But  still  he  fills  an  humble  place, 

Amidst  those  solemn  ranks: 
They  walk  down  to  the  water  side, 
And  hail  sweet  Jordan's  banks. 

6  The  watchman  prays  (a  charming  sound!) 

Then  takes  him  by  the  hand; 

Bright  Seraphs  hover  all  around, 

And  by  God's  children  stand. 

7  They  both  step  softly  in  the  stream: 

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Then  under  water  plunges  him, 
He  cries  my  friends,  coine  nigh. 

8  I'll  tell  you  what  sweet  Christ  has  done, 
He  sav'd  my  soul  from  death; 
Then  from  the  water  straight  he  comes 
With  praise  in  ev'rv  breath. 

HYMN  174.  8th  M. 

The  intercession  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart, 

Now  in  heav'n  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinner's  part; 
Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 
Shows  his  wounded  hands  and  feet; 
Father,  save  them,  though  they  ate  blood  red, 
Raise  the  in  to  an  heav'n  !y  seat. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour* 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior; 

O  repent,  return,  and  pray: 
Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in; 
O  receive,  and  glad  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

3  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 
Now  he  stands  and  looks  at  thee; 
See,  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shine  around  to  you  and  me: 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  that  Saviour? 


HYMNS.  23. 

Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms? 
Once  he  dy'd  for  your  behavior; 
Now  lie  calls  you  by  his  charms* 

4  O  be  wise,  before  you  languish 
On  a  bed  of  dying  strife; 
Endless  joy,  or  endless  anguish, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 
Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready; 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  morej 

O  ye  blind,  ye  lame,  and  needy, 
Come  to  grace's  boundless  store. 

HYMN  175.  L.  M. 
%i  short  address  to  real  christians* 

1  NOW  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God, 

In  Jesus'  name  these  lines  I  hand. 
To  cheer  you  on  your  christian  road, 
And  point  you  to  the  heavenly  land. 

2  When  I  am  gone  and  ye  survive, 

Make  the  redeemer's  name  your  theme; 
And  while  these  mortal  climes  ye  rove, 
The  wonders  of  his  love  proclaim. 

5  Soon  I  shall  end  my  christian  race, 

And  tread  your  mortal  climes  no  more; 
But  through  Jehovah's  boundless  grace, 
Safe  shall  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

4  No  distant  space  to  take  my  flight, 

When  I  shall  close  these  mortal  eyes; 
But  in  eternal  realms  of  light, 

Awake  with  pleasure  and  surprise. 


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5  0  what  transporting  seas  of  bliss! 

Where  1  shall  sail  with  sweet  delight! 
There  God  my  lasting  portion  is. 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright. 

6  How  will  the  heaven  transporting  blaze. 

The  powers  of  all  my  soul  employ! 
I  soaring  still  aloft  shall  gaze, 
On  that  eternal  source  of  joy. 

7  Though  millions  are  the  hosts  above. 

They  in  God  are  all  but  one: 
And  all  so  ravish'd  with  his  love, 
They  nothing  know  bu*  God  alone. 

8  My  soul  so  ravish'd  in  that  sea, 

I've  lost  myself,  and  wond'ring  gaze; 
This  God  is  all  I  feel  or  see, 
I'm  lost  in  his  meridian  blaze! 

9  I  drink,  I  soar,  I  gaze,  I  rove, 

O'er  these  transporting  scenes  of  bliss, 
Still  lost  with  wonder  in  his  love, 
My  soul!  and  what  a  God  is  this. 

10  Ten  thousand  blazing  realms  of  light, 

Proclaim  their  God.  and  say  Amen! 
My  soul  still  soaring  in  her  flight, 
My  God  is  all,  I  drop  my  pen. 

HYMN  176.  L.  M. 

The  crucifixion. 

1  NOW  from  the  garden  to  the  cross. 
Let  us  attend  the  Lamb  of  God; 


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Be  all  t Kings  else  accounted  dross, 
Compar'd  with  sin-atoning  blood. 

2  See  how  the  patient  Jesus  stands, 
Insulted  in  Ids  lowest  case: 
Sinners  have  bound  the  Saviour's  hands, 
And  spit  in  their  Deliverer's  face. 

S  With  thorns  his  temples  gorM  and  gash'd, 
Send  streams  of  blood  from  ev'ry  part; 
His  back  with  knotted  scourges  lash'd, 
But  sharper  scourges  tear  his  heart. 

4  NailVl  naked  to  the  cursed  wood, 
Kxpos'd  to  earth  and  heaven  above, 
A  spectacle  of  wounds  and  blood, 
A  prodigy  of  injur'd  love. 

5  Hark!  how  his  doleful  cries  affright, 
Affected  angels  while  they  view, 
His  friends  forsake  him  in  the  night; 
And  now  his  God  forsakes  him  too. 

6  O  what  a  field  of  battle's  here! 
Vengeance  and  love  their  powers  oppo^r; 
Never  was  such  a  mighty  pair, 

Never  were  two  such  desperate  foes. 

7  Behold  that  pale,  that  languid  face, 
That  drooping  head,  those  cold  dead  eyes*s 
Behold  in  sorrow  and  disgrace, 

Our  conquYing  hero  hangs  and  dies! 

S  Ye  that  assume  his  sacred  name, 
Now  tell  me.  what  can  all  this  mean: 


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What  was  it  bruis'd  God's  harmless  Lamb? 
What  was  it  pierc'd  his  soul  but  sin? 

4  Blush  Christians,  blush;  let  shame  abound* 
If  sin  affect  thee  not  with  woe. 
Whatever  spirit's  in  thee  found, 
Christ's  spirit  sure  thou  dost  not  know. 

HYMN  177.  6th  M. 

The  sure  anchor. 

X  NOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
My  soul,  sure  anchor  may  remain, 
The  wounds  of  Jesus  for  my  sin, 
Before  the  world's  foundation  slain. 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
When  heav'n  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

$,  Father,  thine  everlasting  grace, 
Our  scanty  thoughts  surpasses  far; 
My  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness. 
Thine  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  taste  and  live. 

3  By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea, 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  and  rest; 
'Tis  here  when  hell  assaults  I  flee, 
And  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast; 
Away  sad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

4  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 
Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be 

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Though  joys  be  wither'd  all  anil  dead, 
Though  ev'ry  comfort  be  withdrawn; 
On  thee  my  "steadfast  soul  relies; 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

5  Fix'd  on  this  ground  I  will  remain, 
Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay. 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 
When  earth's  foundations  melt  away: 
Mercy's  full  pow'r  I  then  shall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlasting  love. 

6  What  in  thy  love  possess  I  not? 
My  star  by  night,  my  sun  by  day, 

My  spring  of  life  when  parch'd  with  drought, 
My  wine  to  cheer,  my  bread  to  stay; 
My  shield,  my  strength,  my  safe  abode, 
My  palace,  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

HYMN  178.  Tth  M. 

The  infant  Saviour,  or  wonder  of  redemption* 

1  0  SIGHt1  of  anguish!  view  it  near, 
What  weeping  innocence  is  here! 

A  manger  for  his  bed! 
The  brutes  yield  refuge  to  his  woe; 
Men  worse  than  brutes,  no  pity  show, 
Nor  give  him  friendly  aid! 

S  Why  do  no  rapid  thunders  roll? 
Or  why  no  tempests  rock  the  pole? 
0  miracle  of  grace! 

Or  why  no  angel  on  the  wing, 

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Warm  for  the  honor  of  their  King 
To  extirpate  the  race? 

3  Did  he — that  Infant  bath'd  in  tears, 
Call  into  form  the  rolling  spheres? 

Did  angels  wait  his  nod? 
Helpless  he  calls,  but  man  delays; 
The  mortal  chaos  disobeys 

This  offspring  of  a  God! 

4  Say,  radiant  seraphs,  thron'd  in  light, 
Did  love  e'er  tour  so  high  a  flight, 

Or  glory  stoop  so  low? 
This  wonder  angels  scarce  declare; 
Angels  this  rapture  scarce  can  bear, 

Or  equal  thanks  bestow. 

5  Redemption!  'tis  a  boundless  theme, 
Thou  boundless  mind,  our  hearts  inflame 

With  ardor  from  above: 
Words  are  but  faint  let  joys  express 
Vain  are  mere  joys,  let  actions  bless 

This  prodigy  of  love. 

HYMN  179.  C.  M. 
V  raise  to  God  for  salvation, 

1  0  THAT  I  had  an  angel's  tongue, 

That  I  might  loudly  sing 
The  uonders  of  redeeming  love 
To  thee,  my  God  and  King. 

2  But  man,  who  at  the  gates  of  hell, 

Did  pale  and  speechless  lie, 
V.uzt  find  a  tongue,  and  time  to  speak. 
Or  else  the  stones  would  cry. 


^    HYMNS, 

0  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Their  thankful  voices  raise, 
Can  we  be  .dumb  while  angels  sing 
Our  dear  Redeemer's  praise? 

4  Come,  let  us  join  with  angels,  then. 
Glory  to  God  on  high! 
Peace  upon  earth  good  will  to  men, 
Amen,  amen,  say  I. 

HYMN  180.  C.  M. 
Between  hope  and  fear. 

1  0  THAT  I  knew  it  was  the  case. 

My  soul  was  born  of  God, 
And  find  myself  among  that  race, 
Wash'd  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 

2  The  time  has  been,  I  thought  I  knew 

The  bless'd  Redeemers  voice, 
I  thought  1  lost  my  burden  tooy 
And  felt  my  heart  rejoice. 

5  I  thought  my  will  was  then  resign'd 
To  the  Redeemer's  ways, 
And  felt  my  inmost  soul  inclin'd, 
To  tell  the  world  his  grace. 

4  But  0!  too  soon  the  scene  was  turn'd. 

I  lost  the  pleasing  view; 
I  lost  that  sweetness  once  I  found. 
Lost  earthly  pleasures  too. 

5  And  ah!  if  he  was  once  my  friend, 

Could  1  his  presence  leave? 


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Why  can  I  not  on  him  depend? 
Why  can  I  not  believe? 

6  This  makes  me  doubt  my  case  the  more, 

Because  if  he  were  mine, 
I  think  these  clouds  would  soon  be  o'er, 
And  heav'n  around  me  shine. 

7  0  Jesus,  wilt  thou  now  appear 

With  thine  almighty  arm; 
These  clouds  expel,  my  standing  clear, 
And  show  me  what  I  am. 

HYMN  181.  C.  M. 

Seeking  the  Lord. 

1  ONCE  I  abhor'd  the  things  of  God, 

And  scorn'd  the  sacred  word; 
At  length  I  heard  a  heav'nly  voice, 
That  bid  me  seek  the  Lord. 

2  IV  allurements  of  celestial  love, 

The  sound  of  Calv'ry's  blood, 
All  the  rich  promises  of  grace, 
Drew  my  whole  soul  to  God. 

3  I  sought  his  face,  nor  sought  in  vain: 

He  did  his  grace  impart; 
I  found  a  passage  to  his  arms, 
A  passsge  to  his  heart. 

4  Wrapt  in  the  pleasures  of  his  love, 

I'd  ever  seek  his  face; 
Walk  in  communion  with  the  Lord, 
And  glory  in  his  grace. 


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5  Had  but  the  prison  walls  been  strong 

And  firm  without  a  flaw, 
In  darkness  she  had  dwelt  too  long, 
And  less  of  glory  saw. 

6  But  now  the  everlasting  hills 

Through  ev'ry  chink  appear; 
And  something  of  the  joy  she  feels 
While  she's  a  pris'ner  here. 

7  The  shines  of  heav'n  rush  sweetly  in 
At  all  the  gaping  flaws; 

Visions  of  endless  bliss  are  seen, 
And  native  air  she  draws. 

8  0  may  these  walls  stand  tott'ring  still, 
The  breaches  never  close, 

If  I  must  here  in  darkness  dwell, 
And  all  this  glory  lose. 

Or  rather  let  this  flesh  decay, 

The  ruins  wider  grow, 
Till  glad  to  see  th'  enlarged  way, 

I  stretch  my  pinions  through. 

HYMN  184.  12th  M. 
When  shall  I  see  Jesus? 

0  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 


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2  But  now  I  am  a  Soldiery 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

Ami  bid  me  not  give  o'er! 
His  faithful  word  hath  promised 

A  righteous  crown  to  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined. 

To  conquer,  though  I  die. 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

l  bid  you  all  adieu; 
And  O  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  v.  ay  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heav'niy  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love! 
Tljen,  when  the  combat's  ended. 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  Friend; 
And  if  you  want  more  knowledge. 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you* 


HYMNS.  245 

5  0  Jesus,  may  I  evermore 

On  thy  dear  bosom  lean; 
Soon  may  I  see  thy  brighter  face, 
Without  a  veil  between. 

6  May  nothing  stop  my  rapid  course, 

But  0!  press  forward  still; 
And  urge  my  prosp'rous  way  along 
To  yonder  shining  hill. 

HYMN  182.  C.  M. 

2yfie  promised  land. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene* 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

S  The  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow: 
There  rocks  and  bills,  and  brooks  and  vales; 
With  milk  and  honey  flosv. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains* 

Shines  one  eternal  day: 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns* 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthy  shore: 
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Sickness,  and  sorrow,  pain,  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  bless'd? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay: 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll: 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HYMN  183.  C.  M. 
Heavenly  comfort  in  sickness. 

1  OFT  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs 

To  feel  my  flesh  decay, 
Then  groan'd  aloud  with  frightful  eyes, 
To  view  the  tott'ring  clay. 

2  But  I  forbid  my  sorrows  now, 

Nor  dares  the  flesh  complain; 
Diseases  bring  their  profits  too, 
The  joy  o'ercomes  the  pain. 

3  My  cheerful  soul  now  all  the  day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  sings; 
Looks  through  the  ruins  of  her  clay; 
And  practises  her  wings. 

4  Faith  almost  changes  into  sight. 

While  from  afar  she  spies 
Her  fair  inheritance  in  light. 
Above  created  skies. 


HYMNS.  349 


Though  oft'ner  you  request; 

He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  sleeping  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom'd  dust  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  bless'd  mansion 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

Our  eyes  shall  then  with  rapture 

The  Saviour's  face  behold; 
Our  feet  no  more  diverted, 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  Gold, 
Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 

The  hosts  celestial  sing; 
Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  glories 

Ot  our  immortal  King. 

3  There  we  shall  reign  triumphant 

Upon  the  blissful  shore, 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed, 

"  Our  trials  all  are  o'er; 
The  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

Our  weary  souls  have  rest; 
We  now  shall  live  with  Jesus, 

fcternal  ages  blest." 

9  We  shall  out  vie  the  angels 
With  the  redeemed  throng, 
And  shout  aloud  ;;  Salvation!" 


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'Twill  be  our  endless  song 
They  sing  creating  goodness, 

But  we  redeeming  love; 
?Tis  this  shall  be  our  glory 

In  realms  of  joy  and  love. 

HYMN  185.  20th  M, 
Love  to  Christ. 

1  0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love   and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at 

thy  feet; 
In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  life  and  blood; 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord   and  rnj 

God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  love 
I  love  thee,   my   Saviour,   I  love   thee,   my 

Dove; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dosl 

know, 
But  how  much  I  love   thee  I  never    cat 

show. 

3  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain; 
They  cannot  unriddle  this  heav'nly  flame: 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine 
I  could  not  this  myst'ry  completely  define 

4  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  on  Jesus'  account; 
My    days    are    immortal,    I  stand  on   t 

mount: 


I 


HYMNS.  251 

I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 

0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  bleat! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest! 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be 

my  song; 
Thy  grace  shall  inspire  my  heart   and  my 

tongue. 

0  who's  like  my  Saviour?  he's  Salem's  bright 

King, 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

sing; 
PU'praise  him,   I'll  praise  him,  with  notes 

loud  and  shrill, 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirits  do  fill. 

HYMN  186.  P.  M. 

The  glory  of  Christ. 

0  THOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
On  whom  in  affliction  1  call;         [delight, 

My  comfort  by  day  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

Where  dost  thou  at  noon  tide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 

1  To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love; 

Say  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I 
weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove. 


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3  0  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee 
Or'crv  in  the  desert  tor  bread;  |see, 

Thv  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughter  s  of  Zion,  declare  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone; 
Say  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestment  shed  odours  around: 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  flu 

When  autumu  with  plenty  is  ciuwn-d. 

6  The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  gjwny  1 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams; 
On  his  cheek  does  the  beauty  of  excellent 

glow,  f. 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  ot  beams. 

7  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweei 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death; 
The  ceders  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow. 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  sha 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  tace. 

9  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids  and  scatters  deligl 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  nign 


HYMNS.  253 

Their  faces  the  cherubims  veils  in  his  sight, 
And  praise  him  with  fulness  of  joy. 

*0  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echo  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  187.  L.  M. 

The  ivork  and  contention  of  heaven, 

I  IN  heav'nly  choirs  a  question  rose, 
That  stir'd  up  strife  will  never  close, 
What  rank  of  all  the  ransom'd  race 
Owes  highest  praise  to  sov'reign  grace? 

I  Babes  thither  caught  from  womb  and  breast, 
Claim'd  right  to  sing  above  the  rest; 
Because  they  found  the  happy  shore, 
They  never  saw  nor  sought  before. 

i  Those  that  arriv'd  at  riper  age, 
Before  they  left  the  dusky  stage, 
Thought  grace  deserv'd  yet  higher  praise, 
That  wash'd  the  blots  of  num'rous  days. 

I  Anon,  the  war  more  close  began, 
What  praising  harp  should  lead  the  van? 
And  which  of  grace's  heav'nly  peers 
Was  deepest  run  in  her  arrears? 

"  'Tis  I  (said  one)  'bove  all  my  race, 
Am  debtor  chief  to  glorious  grace: 
Nay,  (said  another)  hark,  I  trow 
I'm  more  oblig'd  to  grace  than  you, 
22 


254  SELECTED 

6  Stay,  (said  a  third)  I  deepest  share 
In  owing  praise  beyond  compare; 
The  chief  of  sinners,  you'll  allow, 
Must  be  the  chief  of  singers  now. 

7  Hold,  (said  a  fourth)  I  here  protest 
My  praises  must  outvie  the  best; 
For  I'm  of  all  the  human  race 
The  highest  miracle  of  grace. 

8  Stop,  (said  a  fifth)  these  notes  forbear, 
Lo,  I'm  the  greatest  wonder  here; 
For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 
Deserv'd  the  lowest  place  in  hell. 

9  A  soul  that  higher  yet  aspir'd'' 
With  equal  love  to  Jesus  fir  d, 

"  'Tis  mine  to  sing  the  highest  notes 
To  Love,  that  vvash'd  the  foulest  blots." 

10"  Ho,  (cry'd  a  mate)  'tis  mine  I'll  prove. 
Who  sinn'd  in  spite  of  light  and  love, 
To  sound  his  praise  with  loudest  bell, 
That  sav'd  me  from  the  lowest  hell. 

11  "  Come,  come,  (said  one)  I'll  hold  the  plea, 
That  highest  praise  is  due  by  me; 

For  mine  of  all  the  sav'd  by  grace, 
Was  the  most  dreadful,  desperate  case/' 

12  Another  rising  at  his  side, 

As  fond  to  praise,  and  free  of  pride, 
Cry'd, "  Pray  give  place  for  I  defy 
That  you  should  owe  more  praise  than  I; 

13  I'll  yield  to  none  in  this  debate, 
I'm  run  so  deep  in  grace's  debt; 


HYMNS.  2°5 


That  sure  I  am,  I  boldly  can 
Compare  with  all  the  heav'nly  clan. 

14  Quick,  o'er  their  heads  a  trump  awoke, 
<-  Your  songs  my  very  heart  have  spoke; 
But  every  note  you  here  propale, 
Belongs  to  me  beyond  you  all. 

15  The  list'ning  millions  round  about, 
With  sweet  resentment  loudly  shout; 
What  voice  is  this  comparing  notes. 
That  to  their  song  chief  place  allots? 

16  "  We  can't  allow  of  such  a  sound, 
That  you  alone  have  highest  ground 
To  sing  the  royalties  of  grace, 
We  claim  the  same  adoring  place. 

17  AVhati  will  no  rival-singer  yield, 
He  has  a  match  upon  the  field; 
Come  then,  and  let  us  all  agree 
To  praise  upon  the  highest  key. 

18  Then  jointly  all  the  harpers  round 
In  mind  unite,  with  solemn  sound 
And  strokes  upon  the  highest  string, 
Made  all  the  heav'nly  arches  ring. 

19  Ring  loud,  with  hallelujahs  high, 
To  him  that  sent  his  Son  to  die; 
And  to  the  worthy  Lamb  of  God 

That  lov'd  and  wash'd  them  in  his  blood. 

20  Free  grace  was  sov'reign  empress  crown'd 
In  pomp,  with  joyful  shouts  around: 


256  SELECTED 

Assisting  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  sounded  grace  on  all  their  string*. 

21  The  emulation  round  the  throne 
Made  prostrate  hosts  (who  every  one 
The  humblest  place  their  right  avow) 
Strive  who  should  give  the  lowest  bow. 

22  The  next  contention  without  vice 
Among  the  birds  of  Paradise, 
Made  every  glorious  warbling  throat 
Strive  who  should  raise  the  highest  note. 

23  Thus  in  sweet,  holy,  humble  strife, 
Along  their  endless,  joyful  life, 

Of  Jesus  all  the  harpers  rove, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  love. 

24  Their  discord  makes  them  all  unite 
In  raptures  most  divinely  sweet; 

So  great  the  song,  so  grave  the  base, 
Melodious  music  fills  the  place. 

HYMN  188.  C.  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  T  knew, 

When  first  1  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  Word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd; 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still? 


HYMNS.  257 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throng; 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  li»ht  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYxMN  189.  18th  M. 

The  happy  saint. 

1  O  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er# 

2  A  country  I've  found, 

"Where  true  joys  abound;  [ground. 

To  dwell    I'm    determin'd  on   this    happy 

3  The  souls  that  believe, 
In  paradise  live, 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 

4  My  soul  don't  delay, 

He  calls  thee  away,  [day. 

Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 


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5  No  mortal  doth  know 

What  he  can  bestow,  [him,  go.  I 

What  light,  strength   and  comfort,  go  after 

6  Lo  onward  I  move 

To  a  country  above,  [will  provi;. 

None  knowing  how  wond'rous  my  journey 

7  Great  spoils  I  shall  win 

From  death,  hell  and  sin,  [within. 

Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ 

8  And  when  I'm  to  die, 
Keceive  me  I'll  cry, 

For  Jesus  doth  love  me,  I  cannot  tell  why, 

9  But  this  I  do  find 
We  two  are  so  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind* 

10  So  this  is  the  race, 

I'm  running  through  grace,  [face. 

Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 

11  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbors  may  share  [you  dare? 

These  blessings;  to  seek  them  will  none  of 

12  In  bondage,  0  why, 

And  death  will  you  lie,  [nigh. 

"When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so 

HYMN  190.  P.  M. 

Mourning  souls, 

1  POOR  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress. 
Making  sad  lamentation, 


HYMNS.  9/59 

Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
And  they  as  naught  in  God's  account, 

Are  drown'd  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

Ah!  woe  is  me  that  I  was  born, 


Or  ever  had  bedim 


in 


6» 


I  would  have  had  untimely  birth, 

Or  had  no  future  being; 
Or  else  had  died  when  I  was  young, 

I  might  have  been  forgiven, 
I  might  like  babes,  with  harmless  tongue, 

Been  praising  God  in  heaven. 

But  here  I  am  in  deep  distress, 

Most  worn  away  with  trouble; 
Day  after  day  I  seek  for  peace, 

But  find  my  sorrows  double. 
Saith  Satan,  fatal  is  your  state, 

Time  past  you  might  repented, 
But  now  you  see  it  is  too  late, 

So  make  yourself  contented. 

How  can  I  live,  how  can  I  breathe, 

Under  this  sore  temptation, 
Conclude  my  day  of  grace  is  o'er; 

Lord,  hear  my  lamentation; 
For  I  am  weary  of  my  life, 

Of  pains  and  bitter  crying; 
My  wants  are  great  my  mind's  in  strait, 

My  spirit's  almost  dying. 


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5  But  who  is  he  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning, 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning. 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul; 
Jesus  for  me  hath  died, 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

6  Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 

My  Jesus  is  most  holy; 
Fain  would  I  be  with  Christ  above, 

Singing  to  him  in  glory. 
My  trust  is  now  in  Jesus'  name, 

And  in  his  arms  is  pleasure; 
Say,  will  you  trust  in  Jesus'  name; 

When  he's  the  only  Saviour? 

7  How  can  I  stay,  God  calls  away, 

And  I  must  now  be  holy; 
See  Jesus  comes  to  close  my  eyes, 

Soon  I  shall  go  to  glory. 
My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 

Farewell  to  all  things  earthly; 
I  must  be  gone,  God  calls  me  home, 

To  sing  to  him  more  sweetly. 

HYMN  191.  P.  M. 

The  Bible. 

1   PRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford; 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 


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Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword, 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  need  no  more. 

Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed! 

When  my  soul  is  faint  and  sickly, 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find, 
To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield, 
While  the  scripture  truth  is  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me. 
Satan  trembles  at  the  word. 
'Tisa  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge  and  strong  the  blade. 

Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 
Doating  on  his  golden  store? 


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Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor, 

Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 

HYMN  192.  10th  M. 

The  aspiring  soul. 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n  thy  native  place; 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fires  ascending  seek  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

S  Fly  me,  riches — fly  me,  cares, 
While  I  that  coast  explore; 

Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 
Solicit  me  no  more: 

Pilgrims,  fix  not  here  your  home; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night; 

When  the  last  dear  morn  shall  come, 
They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 


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4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
Yet  a  season  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 

HYMN  193.  6th  M. 

Repent,  why  will  ye  die. 

1  REPENT,  ye  never  dying  souls, 
Who  run  the  dang'rous  downward  road; 
How  can  you  go  to  hell  so  bold, 
To  meet  the  vengeance  of  a  God! 
To  live  in  pains  eternal  years, 
While  free  grace  sounds  within  your  ears. 

£  The  road  to  death,  why  will  you  chose, 
And  hasten  to  eternal  woe? 
And  mercy  why  will  you  refuse, 
And  willingly  to  ruin  go? 
To  live  in  pains  eternal  years, 
While  free  grace  sounds  within  your  ears!: 

5  Why  will  you  turn  your  ears  away, 
And  slight  the  tenders  of  God's  grace, 
And  sin  away  th'  accepted  day, 

To  run  the  dang'rous  sinner's  race? 

To  live  in  pains  eternal  years, 

While  free  grace  sounds  within  your  ears.' 


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4  Why  will  you  seal  damnation  sure,, 
And  venture  over  mercy's  brink, 
The  wrath  of  God  there  to  endure, 
And  in  despair  and  horror  sink? 
To  live  in  pains  eternal  years, 

While  free  grace  sounds  within  your  ears! 

5  When  grace  is  free,  why  will  you  die? 
And  mercy  slight,  Why  will  you  dare? 
And  in  eternal  sorrow  lie, 

In  the  dark  regions  of  despair? 
To  live  in  pains  eternal  years, 
While  free  grace  sounds  within  your  ears.1 

6  Prepare  to  meet  an  awful  God, 
Upon  a  dreadful  judgment  day; 
Against  whose  calls  you  have  withstood, 
Whose  justice  will  your  deeds  repay; 
Lest  you  sink  down  eternal  years, 
Where  mercy  ne'er  will  reach  your  ears. 

7  Come,  listen  to  a  Saviour's  voice, 
Before  you  reach  the  gates  of  hell; 
Come,  make  his  ways  to  day  your  choice, 
And  you  shall  then  in  glory  dwell: 
Live  not  in  pains  eternal  years, 

Since  mercy  sounds  free  in  your  ears. 

HYiMN   194.  S2d  M. 

Stop  sinner,  you  are  in  the  way  to  death. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
Before  vou  further  go; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  woe? 


HYMNS.  265 

Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide! 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

0  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For  unless  you  learning  take, 
JS'er  you  are  aware  yoiCll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come. 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair: 
All  your  sins  will  round   you  crowd, 

Sins  in  bloody  crimson  dye. 
Back  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply? 
0  be  entreated,  §c. 

Say  have  }rou  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose! 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod. 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day. 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim:, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame? 
O  be  entreated,  <§*c. 

Though  your  hearts  are  hard  as  steel, 

Your  foreheads  like  to  brass; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel. 

He  will  not  let  you  pass; 

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Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call. 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace:) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
0  be  entreated,  Sfc. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

That  you  may  mercy  know; 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow: 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come: 
None  who  come  shall  be  deny'd; 

He  says  there  yet  is  room. 

0  be  entreated  now  to  stop,  Sfc, 

HYMN  195.  8th  If. 

Rejoicing  in  the  merits  of  Christ. 

1  SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit. 
Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood; 
And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit 
Now  finds  rest  in  thee,  my  God. 

1  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie; 
Sin,  nor  satan,  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

9.  Now  I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  merit, 
Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  spirit, 
He  is  still  the  very  same: 
He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth, 


HYMNS.  267 

Ho  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find. 
Whosoe'er  on  him  believeth, 
He  will  never  cast  behind. 

3  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading, 
With  his  Father  and  our  God, 
Now  for  us  he's  interceding. 
As  the  purchase  of  his  blood; 
Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 
Father,  save  them,  I  have  dy'd, 
And  the  Father  answer,  saying, 
They  are  freely  justify'd. 

4  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Sings  his  praises  through  the  sky? 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  Lord  of  hosts; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

5  Soon  we  hope  to  sing  more  sweetly, 
At  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
When  his  bride  is  dress'd  completely, 
Fit  to  celebrate  the  same; 

O  what  shouts  will  then  be  ringing, 
Round  the  throne  of  God  most  high; 
And  what  sweet  melodious  singing, 
Then  shall  echo  through  the  sky! 


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HYMN  196.  8th  M. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation. 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again: 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

SI  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 
And  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen! 
But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

FilPd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars. 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth! 
Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 
Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Younger  plants— the  sight  how  pleasant, 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  has  nippM  them  in  the  bud! 


HYMNS.  269 

I)carest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 

O,  permit  them  not  to  whither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain! 

Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant. 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares; 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pow'r, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  19r.  L.  M. 

A  dying  Saviour. 

STRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies, 
Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arise! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide! 

But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound: 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes! 

To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  grace! 
Yet  pass  rebel  lions  angels  by; 
O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why? 


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4  And  didst  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed? 
No!  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 

5  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart; 
Till  ail  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting  giief  and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  198.  P.  M. 
On  Baptism. 

1  SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

Ail  righteousness  to  fill; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand, 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then, 

The  Baptist  gave  consent; 
On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  prepare, 
The  Baptist  and  his  master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

5  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son. 


HYMNS.  271 

And  was  well  pleas'd  with  what  he'd  done, 
And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

1  The  op'ning  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

O  children  hear  ye  him; 
Hark!  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 

6  Come  children,  come  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  ha?,  mark'd  the  way. 

And  has  a  crown  prcparM; 
0  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise; 
See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling  come, 

O  children  be  baptiz'd. 

8  Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands* 

To  wait  upon  the  bride; 


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Ye  cam) Mates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
Down  by  the  water  side. 

HYMN  199.  L.  M. 
Boundless  mercy. 

1  SEE  mercy,  mercy,  from  on  high? 
Descend  to  rebels  doom'd  to  die! 

'Tis  mercy  free  which  knows  no  bound; 
How  grand,  how  gladsome  is  the  sound. 

2  'Tis  mercy  favors  dying  man, 
Upon  the  blessed  gospel  plan; 

Jt  springs  from  love,  'tis  grace  divine, 
Where  ev'ry  Godlike  beauty  shines. 

3  "How  mercy  favor'd  mortal  view, 
When  God's  own  Son  an  infant  grew! 
And  in  its  full  perfection  shone, 


When  dying  Jesus  cry'd,  ki  tis  done.' 


4  It  triumph'd  when  from  death  he  rose, 
And  broke  the  pow'r  of  all  our  foes; 
And  since  he  took  his  seat  on  high, 
Sweet  mercy  reigns  eternally. 

5  Grace  down  in  show'rs  of  mercy  fell, 
Refreshing  thousands  ripe  for  hell; 
Who  fdled  with  internal  wrath, 

Had  doom'd  the  Lord  of  heav'n  to  death. 

6  Let  haughty  mortals  frown  and  fret, 
Who  sovereign,  boundless  mercy  hate, 


HYMNS.  275 

Through  aii  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
That  mercy  only  is  confess'd. 

'  Until  we  join  the  happy  throng, 
Let  boundless  mercy  be  our  song; 
And  may  the  mighty  God  confound 
All  those  who  dare  its  course  to  bound. 

I  Amen,  the  holy  prophets  cry; 
Amen,  the  apostles  loud  reply; 
Amen,  through  all  the  heav'ns  goes  rount^ 
Amen,  let  us  on  earth  resound. 

HYMN  200.  S.  M. 

Tlie  intercession  of  Christ. 

SATAN  the  prince  of  hell, 
Tempts  the  dear  child  of  God; 
Desires  to  seize  th'  immortal  soul 
That's  bought  with  Jesus'  blood. 

He  shoots  his  fiery  darts, 
Eternal  war  proclaims; 
Strives  to  devour  the  gracious  soul, 
And  sink  it  to  the  flames. 

But  0!  Immanuel  pleads, 
The  Father  hears  the  plea; 
Strengthens  the  weak  believer's  faitli, 
And  makes  the  tempter  flee. 

Though  he  resumes  again, 
And  all  his  wrath  displays; 
Yet  precious  faith  shall  never  fail, 
While  the  dear  Saviour  prays-. 


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5  And  pray  he  ever  will, 
Arid 'God  will  ever  hear, 

Ever  maintain  the  work  of  faith, 
Through  the  Redeemer's  pray'r. 

6  He  prays — and  I  believe; 
lie  prays — and  I'm  forgtv'ri; 

Still  will  he  pray,- and  still  prevail, 
And  pray  me  up  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  201.  7th  M. 
Christ's  sufferings, 

1  THROUGHOUT  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace 

Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace, 

No  period  else  is  seen, 
Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 

Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 

My  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me, 

For  this  I'll  him  adore; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
iilood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out 

Through  every  ep'ning  pore. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 

His  back  in  lashes  ail  was  tore, 

Till  one  the  bones  might  see! 
Mocking  they  pushM  him  here  and  there- 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears; 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 


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Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came; 

Round  him  they  mock'd  anil  made  their  game; 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear — 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear? 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity. 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree! 

His  grief  no  tongue  can  tell: 
The  shuddYing  rocks  (heir  heads  decline. 
The  mourning  sun  refusM  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  shout  in  songs  divine* 
He  drank  the  gal!  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst: 
Seraphs,  advance  your  voices  higher; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

And  praise  our  precious  Christ. 

HYMN  202.  7th   M. 

The  spiritual  garden. 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume; 

The  lilliesgrovv  and  thrive. 
Refreshing  show'rs  of  grace  divine. 
From  Jesus  flows  to  evay  vine. 

Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

£  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  becomo; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 


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When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is; 
Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me; 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  relieve; 
None  are  too  late  if  they  repentj 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

Jesus  did  him  receive. 

5  Come,  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on: 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high; 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through 


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To  living  fountains,  where  they  flow, 
That  never  will  run  dry. 

There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  find  a  mansion  there. 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heav'nly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  203.  S8th  M. 
Free  grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to  the 
mountain,  [fountain, 

For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  open'd  a 

For  sin  and  transgression  and  ev'ry  pollution; 

His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  plenteous  redemp- 
tion: 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  purchas'd  our 
pardon,  [Jordan. 

We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over 

That  fountain  so  clear,  in  which  all  may  find 

pardon  [tion; 

From  Jesus'  side  flows,  a  plenteous  redemp- 

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Tho'  your  sins  were  as  great  and  as  high  as 
a  mountain,  [salvation; 

The  blood  it  flows  freely,  in    streams    of 
Hallelujahs,  &c. 

3  0  Jesus  ride  on!  thy  kingdom  is  glorious; 
Over  sin,  death,  and  hell  thou   wilt  make  us 

victorious;  [gregation; 

Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  con- 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salva- 
tion: 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the 

blest  shore,  [evermore* 

With  our  harps  in  our  hands  we'll  praise  hira 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks  of 

the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever: 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

5  Then  let  us  march  on,  in  the  strength  oi 

our  Saviour, 
And  never  again  even  doubt  of  his  favor, 
But  savM  by  his  blood,  may  we  under  hu 

banner. 
Rejoicing,  all  join  in  shouting  hosannah! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

6  And  thus  by  his  strength,  having  crossed  thl 

river,  Dhe  g,ve* 

And  our  white  robes  receiv'd  from  Jesuj 
With  our  harps  tun'd  anew,  we'll  join   thi 

blest  choir  [highe^ 

In  sounding  this  anthem  still  higher  an 


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Hallelujah   to  the  Lamb,  who  purchas'd   our 

pardon,  [Jordan. 

We'll  praise  him  anew,  having  pass'd  over 

HYMN  204.  20th  M. 
The  great  harvest,  or  the  end  of  the  world. 

1  THE  fields  they  are  white  and  the  harvest 

is  near,  [appear 

The   reapers   now   with   the    sharp    sickles 
For  to  reap  down  the  wheat  and  gather  it  in 

barns,  [to  burn. 

While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left  for 

2  Come  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  ail  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and 

decay, 

When    th'   trumpet  shall   sound,    and    the 

angels  appear,  [and  the  tare. 

To  reap  down   the  earth  both   the    wheat 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry  that  ascends  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  and  have  no  where  to  fly; 
But  will  call  on  the  rocks,  and  mountains  to 

fall 
On  their  naked  souls,  or  to  hide  them  withal. 

4  But  'twill  be  in  vain,  for  the  mountains  must 

flee,  [more  be; 

The  rocks   fly  like  hailstones  and   shall  no 
The  earth  too  shall  quake,  and  the  seas  shall 

retire, 
And  this  solid  world  shall  then  be  on  fire. 


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5  But  hear  the  kind  Judge  in  that  great  day's 

alarm,  [my  arms, 

"  First  gather  my  saints  and  bring  them  to 

That  th'  seven  last  plagues  may  be  pour'd 

out  on  those  [have  oppos'd." 

Who've  blasphem'd  my  name  and  my  saints 

?  Then,  O  wretched  mortals,  look  up  and  espy   ; 
The  glorious  Redeemer  descend  from  the 

sky, 
On  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
»    With  a  guard  of  bright   angels    attending 
around. 

7  "  Come    hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence 

receive, 
No  more  my  spirit  shall  strive  and  be  griev'd; 
My  judgment  is  right,  and  my  sentence  is 

just,  [curs'd." 

Come  hither,  ye  bless'dj  but  depart  all  ye 

8  0  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  ye  the 

Lord, 
I  have  not  been  jesting,  'tis  Jesus1  own  words, 
That  those  who've  done  good  in  glory  shall 

stand,  [damn'd. 

But  those  who've  done  evil  shall  surely  be 

9  So  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your  way, 
May  th'  Lord  seal  instruction  to  what  I  now 

say, 
Our  souls  to  his  throne  let  us  pour  out  in 

pray'r, 
That  all  be  prepar'd  to  meet  Christ  in  the  air. 


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HYMN  205.  48th  M. 
The  day  of  Judgment. 

1  THE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 

The  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh; 
That's  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 

Decreed  from  all  eternity. 
But,  O  my  soul,  reflect  and  wonder! 

That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  thou  shalt  see  that  great  transaction, 

When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

2  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazement, 

To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound: 
Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment, 

Ye  nations  of  the  world  around! 
Loud   thunders  rumbling  thro"  the  concave* 

Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies; 
The  heav'ns  shaking,  and  the  earth  quaking, 

The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes. 

3  The  orbit  lamps,  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 

No  more  their  shining  circuits  run; 
The  wheel  of  time  stops  in  a  moment; 

Eternal  things  are  now  begun: 
Huge  massy  rocks  and  tow'ring  mountains 

Over  their  tumbling  bases  roar; 
The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 

Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  shore. 

i  Green  turfy  grave-yards,  and  tombs  of  mar- 
ble, 

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Give  up  their  dead  both  small  and  great, 
See  the  whole  world,  both  saints  and  sinners* 

Are  coming  to  the  judgment  seat: 
See  Jesus  on  the  throne  of  justice, 
Come  thund'ring  down  the  parted  skies, 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels; 

With  hallelujahs  shout  for  joy. 

5  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  pres- 

ence, 
His  face  ten  thousand  suns  out  shine; 
Behold  him  come  in  pow'r  and  glory- 
To  meet  him  all  the  saints  combine. 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  speed  like  light- 
ning, 
Call  in  my  saints  from  distant  lands, 
Those  that  my  blood  from  hell  have  ransom'd, 
Whose  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  stand. 

6  0  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

The  purchase  of  my  dying  love; 
Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 

Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above: 
For  your  dear  souls  which  have  continu'd, 

With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 
I  have  prepar'd  for  you  a  kingdom, 

To  reign  with  me  for  evermore. 

7  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water, 

No  sickness,  death,  nor  pain  to  fear; 
No  sorrows,  sighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping. 

Shall  ever  have  admittance  here, 
But  how  will  sinners  stand  and  tremble, 


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When  justice  calls  them  to  the  bar! 
*Those  that  reject  his  oflfer'd  mercy, 
Their  everlasting  doom  to  hear. 

See  justice  now,  with  indignation, 

Calling  aloud  fox  sinner's  blood; 
Those  that  have  slighted  oflfer'd  mercy. 

And  crucify'd  the  Son  of  God. 
Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed  sinners, 

My  face  you  never  more  shall  see; 
Be  banish'd  from  my  peaceful  presence, 

To  endless  woe  and  misery. 

Each  guilty  soul  then  struck  with  horrori 

And  anguish  throbbing  in  his  breast, 
For  ever  doom'd  to  endless  sorrow, 

And  never  more  to  hope  for  rest. 
Come,  sinners,  here's  a  faithful  warning; 

Return  to  Jesus  while  you  may, 
For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  you, 

Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 

HYMN  206.  4th  M. 

T#e  heavenly  mariner. 

THROUGH  tribulations  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is, 

This  stormy  course  I  keep 

On  these  tempestuous  seas: 
By  waves  and  winds  I'm  tost  and  driv'n 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  bound  to  heav'n. 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 

And  high  the  waters  flow. 


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And  o"er  the  sides  break  in; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves. 

When  I  in  my  distress, 

My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 

Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessels  fast; 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 

If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heav'n  no  breezes  give, 

The  oar  of  pray'r  I  use, 

I  tug,  and  toil,  and  strive; 
Through  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day; 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

But  when  a  heav'nly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 

My  vessel  goes  with  ease 

Before  the  pleasant  gale, 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour, "or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight. 

The  sun  doth  not  appear. 

Nor  can  1  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moon  or  star; 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks,  or  more, 
I  cannot  see  the  slcy  or  shore. 

As  at  the  time  of  noon 
My  quadrant, /aiM,  I  take 
To  view  my  Christ,  my  Sun. 


HYMNS.  285 

If  he  the  clouds  should  break; 
I'm  happy  when  his  face  1  see, 
I  know  then  where  abouts  I  be. 

The  bible  is  my  chart; 

By  it  the  seas  I  know; 

I  cannot  with  it  part, 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show; 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 

I  keep  aloof  from  pride, 
Those  rocks  I  pass  with  care; 

I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair; 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  chuse  to  run. 

)     When  through  a  strait  I  go, 

Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 

The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 

And  thus  my  safety  prove; 
My  conscience  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

My  vessel  would  be  lost 

In  spite  of  all  my  care, 

But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 

Himself  vouchsafed  to  steer: 
And  I  through  all  my  voyages  will 
Depend  upon  my  steerman's  skill. 

E'er  I  can  reach  heaven's  coast, 
I  must  a  gulf  pass  through. 
Which  fatal  proves  to  mosft 


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For  all  this  way  must  go: 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm, 
If  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

13     When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 
Though  rough,  it  is  but  short, 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 
And  bring  me  into  port: 

And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 

I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 

HYMN  207.  L.  M. 
The  christian  soldier. 

1  THOU  hast  me,  Lord,  a  soldier  made. 
Thou  art  my  Captain,  King,  and  Head; 
And  under  thee,  I  still  will  fight 

The  fight  of  faith,  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  (all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  ensign  of  a  conqu'ring  God,) 
The  christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  King  Jesus. 

2  0  make  me,  Lord,  what  I  should  be, 
To  boldly  face  my  enemy; 

That,  when  alarm'd  to  call  the  Lord,* 
And  pass  the  word  to  all  the  guard; 
Grant  me  the  weapons  of  thy  word, 
Thy  pow'rful  spirit's  two  edg'd  sword 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  vict'ry  won  by  thee. 

•  Or  Governor,  Chief,  or  Captain,  &c 


HYMNS.  287 

Thou  art  my  guard,  keep  me  I  pray, 
That  I  may  march  the  hea'vnly  way, 
And  from  my  duty  ne'er  depart, 
But  serve  the  Lord  with  all  my  heart: 
Help  me  to  keep  my  guardian  dress; 
March  to  the  right  in  holiness: 
0  make  me  pure,  and  spotless  too: 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review. 

That  when  the  General  shall  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  of  drum; 
It's  then  our  well  drest  ranks  shall  stand, 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand. 
Then  when  the  enemy  gets  the  rout, 
And's  wheel'd  by  him  t'  the  left  about, 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heav'nly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

5  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free 
To  join  the  blood  wash'd  company; 
Our  wages  shall  be  harps  of  gold, 
And  joys  of  heav'n  which  can't  be  told: 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  wine, 
The  band  of  music  we  shall  join; 
And  hallelua's  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 

HYMN  208. 

The  sufferings  of  Christ, 

1  THE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
He  was  condemn'd  and  led  away, 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day, 
Look  on  Meunt  Calvary. 


288  SELECTED 

2  Behold  him  Lamb  like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 

And  thus  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 
Upon  Mount  Calvary. 

3  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feat  nail'd  to  the  wood; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood, 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 

4  His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
While  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

5  Now  hear  O  heaven  and  earth  and  skies, 
Behold  in  agonies  he  dies, 

O  sinners  hear  his  mournful  cries, 
While  groaning  on  the  tree. 

6  The  radiant  sun  withdrew  its  light, 
While  streams  of  blood  obscur'd  the  sight, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright 

In  that  tremendous  gloomy  night, 
When  Christ  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

7  Hark  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son, 
While  he  stood  bleeding  there  was  alone; 
He  trod  the  wine  press  all  alone, 

And  spilt  his  precious  blood* 

8  In  lamentation  hear  him  cry 
Eloi  Lama  Sabbacthani, 


HYMNS.  289 

When  death  had  cloth'd  those  languid  eyes 
Ha  soon  did  mount  the  upper  skies, 
The  conquering  Son  ot  God. 

9  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 

With  hearts  like  steel,  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking,  saying,  come  save  the  land, 
Come  try  yourself  to  free. 

10  A  soldier  pierc'd  him  wjien  he  dy'd, 
The  streams  of  blood  flow'd  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucify'd, 

Stern  justice  now  was  satify'dj 
Sinners  for  you  and  me. 

11  'Tis  done  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made, 
Sinners  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 

12  For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move; 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 

That  you  the  length  and  breadth  may  prove, 
And  heighth  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 
In  Christ  the  smiling  God. 

13  Behold  he  mounts  the  Throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  Mediatorial  Seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 
With  loud  Hosannas  tell. 

14  When  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster,  Death  in  chains, 
Ye  Seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Edom's  plains; 

He  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell. 
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290  SELEOTEB 

15  Glory  to  God  who  dwells  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  sky, 
"Who  sent  his  son  to  bleed  and  die, 
Glory  to  him  be  given. 

J 6  While  here  on  Earth  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion  sing,  his  grace  abounds, 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
While  swallowed  up  in  Heaven. 

HYMN  209.  55th  M. 
The  exiles  of  Eden, 

1  THERE  fell  from  God's  favor  two  exiles  oi 

Eden,  [and  pain. 

They  wander'd   through    deserts   of  sorrou 
They  were  banished  from  paradise  the  place 

of  their  freedom, 
And  we  their  posterity  are  apt  to  complain:  , 
O  never  again  in  the  green  shady  bowers, 
Where  our  first  parents  dwelt  shall  we  spend 

the  sweet  hours, 
Nor  taste  of  the  fruit,  nor  smell  of  the  flowers! 
Nor  sound  to  the  number  of  Eden  again. 

2  O  6ad  is  our  fate,  cry  these  heart  wand'rinj 

strangers, 
The  brutal  creation  more  happy  than  we, 
Surrounded  with  troubles,   temptations  anc 

dangers, 
If  God  had  been  just,  could  such  evils  e'er  be 


HYMNS. 

Hush  all  these  compfcpts,  let  us  mend  our 

behaviour, 
We  need  not  go  mourning  in  exile  forever, 
If  we  but  repent  and  believe  in  the  Saviour, 
Who  dy'd  to  redeem  us  and  lives  to  restore. 

5  His  character  is  lovely,  it  shines  forth  with 
splendor, 
He  invites  our  attention  to  joys  most  sublime; 
He's  mov'd  with  compassion,  his  his  heart  is 
most  tender,  [kind, 

His  blood  has  aton'd  for  the  world  ot  man- 
Come  all  ve  despondent  with  hearts  now  re- 
lenting, Ling> 
Convicted,  condemned,  with  sorrow  repent- 
Come  just  as  you  are  with  your  souls  all  con- 
senting, 
Accept  of  salvation  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Come,  all  ye  fond  youth,  that  are  doting  on 

beauty,  j  [night, 

Who  revel  in  ball-rooms  and   gamble    by 
Yet  strangers  to  happiness,  neglectors   ot 

In  Jesus  I  find  a  superior  delight: 
His  voice  is  sweet  music,  his  person  endear- 
ing, [cheering: 
To  my  spirit  the  wine  of  his  kingdom  is 
My  heart  it  is  leaping,  my  soul  persevering, 
My  Saviour,  my  Suitor,  my  partner  in  love. 

5  He  offers  you  pardon,  he  waits  to  embrace 

you;  [Lamb; 

Here's  pleasure  forever,    come  follow  the 


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Religion's  a  calling  that  will  not  disgrace 

you, 
An  honor  from  heaven,  arising  to  fame, 
Come,  all  ye  ambitious,   who  rise  by  grada- 
tion, 
Salvation's  the  glory  of  every  nation, 
Come  now  and   receive  it,  and   take  your 

high  station, 
In  heaven  be  crowned  on  Jesus'  throne. 

6  Come,  all  ye  vain   tipplers,  who  often  get 

heady,  [street, 

Who  sup  at  the  tavern  and  lodge  in  the 
You  reel  on  a  precipice,   you  ought  to  be 

steady,  [deep, 

Or  soon  you  will  tumble  and  fall  in  the 
"Where  liquids  are  plenty   and  you'll  not  be 

craving,  [raving, 

"Where  devils  torment  and  the  damned  are 
Where  billows  of  justice  and  vengeance  are 

waving,  [hell. 

O'erwhelming  your  souls  in  the  torments  of 

7  Come;  all  ye  poor  misers,  who're  rich  in  your 

coffers, 
I  doubt  much  if  ever  you  libVal  will  be, 
Except  ye  repent  and  take  Christ  at  his  offer; 
Your  treasure'tis  useless  when  death  turns 
the  key:  [late  riches, 

You've  ground  down  the   poor  to  accumu- 
Such  impious  conduct  your  character  im- 
peaches, 
The  root  of  all  evil  your  spirit  bewitches, 
To  make  life  pernicious  and  die  in  contempt. 


HYMNS.  29  f> 

8  Come,  all  ye  proud  Deists,  who  boast  of  jour 

reason,  [prehend. 

Who  will  not  believe  what  you   can't  com- 
Come,   meet  your  opponent,   let's  argue  a 
season,  [end: 

And  see  how  the  contest  will  turn  in  the 
You've  erected  a  babel,  come  now  and  de- 
fend it;  ["tend  it, 
Comprehend  your  existence,  or  else  not  pre- 
Here  rises  a  mountain,  you  cannot  ascend  it; 
You're  swamp t  in  the  valley,  or  lost  in  des- 
pair, 

9  Come  all  ye  bold  Ailteists,   who  glory  in  er- 

ror, [chance; 

Deny    the    true  God   and   pay    homage   to 
Be  true  with  conviction,  and   tremble  with 

terror, 
Or  you  on  to  ruin  do  swiftly  advance: 
By  chance  there's  a  God  and  by  chance  there's 
a  Saviour,  [ever; 

By  chance  there's  a  hell  and  you'll  heir  it  for- 
By  chance  there's  a  heav'n  for  each  true  be- 
liever, [above. 
By  chance    there  are   angels  and  cherubs 

10  The  church  of  the  first  born  to  bliss  have 

attain'd  [time, 

Tho'  once  they  were  exiles  that  wander'd  in 
Eternity's  before  them,  the  myst'ry's   ex- 
plained; 
The  glories  of  heaven  unfolding  in  prime: 


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Again  they're  restored  to  the  most  pleasing 
bowers;  [sweet  hours; 

In  the  presence  of  God  now  they  spend  their 

Their  souls  are  enraptur'd  with  heav'nly 
powers, 

To  sing  the  sweet  anthems  of  Eden  regained. 

HYMN  210.  5th  M. 
Jim  I  a  christian? 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  1  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  known  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
Tell  me,  is  it  so  with  you? 


HYMNS.  295 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all, 

7  Should  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet. 
Choose  the  way  1  once  abhor'd; 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 

8  Lord,  decide  this  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  111.  7th  M. 

The  new  birth. 

I  WAK'Dby  the  gospel's  pow'rful  sound. 
My  soul  in  sin  and  thrall  I  found 

Expos'd  to  endless  woe; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  down  to  ruin  go. 

3  Surpris'd  indeed,  I  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell. 

To  which  I  then  drew  near! 
I  strove,  alas!  but  all  in  vain. 


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The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  I  to  the  law  then  ran  for  help, 
But  still  I  felt  the  weight  of  guilt, 

And  no  relief  I  found; 
While  sin  my  burden'd  soul  did  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Did  loud  as  thunder  sound. 

4  God's  justice  too  I  did  behold, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

It  was  a  dreadful  load; 
This  solemn  truth  did  still  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  I  heard  some  tell  how  Christ  did  give 
His  life,  to  let  the  sinner  live; 

But  him  I  could  not  see: 
I  read  my  bible,  it  was  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  dwell  in  misery. 

6  But  as  my  soul  with  dying  breathy 
Lay  gasping  near  eternal  death, 

Christ  Jesus  I  did  see; 
Free  grace  and  pardon  he  proclaim'd, 
I  trust  I  then  was  born  again 

In  gospel  liberty. 

7  Not  angels  in  the  world  above, 

Nor  saints  could  glow  with  greater  love 

Than  what  my  soul  enjoy'd; 
My  soul  did  mount  on  faith  her  wings. 


HYMNS.  897 

And  glory,  glory  did  I  sing 
To  Jesus,  my  dear  Lord. 

8  Now  with  the  saints  I'll  join  to  tell 
How  Jesus  sav'd  my  soul  from  hell, 

And  sing  redeeming  love: 
Ascribe  the  glory  to  the  Lamb, 
The  sinner  now  is  born  again, 
To  dwell  with  Christ  above. 

HYMN  112.  7th  M. 
Early  duty,  or  the  Lord's  day  morning, 

1  WHENE'ER  I  look  into  thy  word, 
And  read  about  my  dearest  Lord, 

The  friend  of  sinful  man; 
And  trace  my  Saviour's  footsteps  there, 
What  humble  love,  what  holy  fear 

Through  all  his  conduct  ran! 

2  If  I  regard  the  matchless  grace 
He  show'd  unto  the  human  race, 

How  he  for  them  became 
A  poor  sojourner  here  below, 
Oppress'd  by  pain  and  sorrow  too, 

1  can't  but  love  his  name. 

3  And  when  I  view  his  love  to  God, 
Those  steps  in  which  the  Saviour  trod, 

I  long  to  tread  them  too; 
I  long  to  be  inspir'd  with  zeal 
To  execute  my  Father's  will, 

As  Jesus  us'd  to  do. 


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4  I  read  that  he  on  duty  bent, 
To  lonely  places  often  went, 

To  seek  his  Father  there: 
The  early  morn  and  dewy  ground 
Can  witness,  they  the  Saviour  found 

Engag'd  in  fervent  prayer. 

5  And  did  my  Saviour  use  to  pray 
Before  the  light  unveil'd  the  day? 

And  shall  I  backward  be? 
No,  dearest  Lord,  forbid  the  thought? 
Help  me  to  fight  as  Jesus  fought, 

Each  foe  that  hinders  me. 

6  And  you,  my  friends,  who  love  his  name, 
Who  love  to  imitate  the  Lamb, 

And  more  of  Jesus  know; 
Come,  let  us  all  surround  his  throne. 
And  see  what  blessings  on  his  own 

Our  Saviour  will  bestow. 

7  Though  fears  be  great,  temptations  strong. 
And  though  we  oft  have  waited  long, 

Perhaps  he  may  design 
This  morn  to  give  each  soul  to  see, 
And  say  with  Paul, 6i  he  dy'd  for  me," 

And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 

S  Now  cheerful  we'll  begin  to  pray? 
That  he  will  wash  our  sins  away 

In  his  atoning  blood: 
That  he  his  blessing  may  bestow, 
And  give  each  mourner  here  to  know 
That  he's  a  child  of  God. 


HYMNS.  299 

HYMN  213.  P.  M. 

On  Baptism;  by  a  Lady  of  Connecticut,  on  be- 
ing baptized. 

1  WHAT  think  you  my  friends  of  the  preach- 

ing of John? 
Was  it  from  heaven,  or  was  it  of  men? 
We  hear  him  declaring  glad  tidings  of  peace, 
Proclaiming  a  Jubilee,  a  year  of  release. 

2  The  law  and  the  prophets  continued  till  John, 
Our  Saviour  hath  told  us  where  gospel  begun; 
And  since  that,  God's  kingdom  is  preach'd, 

saith  the  word,  [the  Lord. 

And  all   men  press  in   who  have  faith  in 

5  The  first  of  the  gospel,  the  dawn  of  the  day, 
The  voice  of  one  crying,  prepare  ye  the  way; 
Bring  forth  your  repentance,  ye  viperous 

breed, 
And  think  not  to  say  ye  are  Abraham's  seed* 

4  A  new  dispensation  to  them  he  declares, 
And    preaches    repentance    to    Abraham's 

heirs; 
The  children  of  Abraham's  natural  seed, 
Found   they  had  no  right  his    baptism  to 

plead. 

5  But  when  he  perceived  repentance  was  theirs, 
Then  he  gave  baptism  to  Abraham's  heirs; 
Those   who   had   been  sealed   to  covenant 

things, 
We  find  him  baptizing,  confessing  their  sins* 


300  SEXEOTED 

6  He  tells  them  their  Saviour  is  already  here, 
And  while  he's  baptizing,  our  Lord  doth  ap-i 

pear, 
For  to  be  baptiz'd:  John  shrinks  at  the  thing,) 
And  owns  he  has  need  to  receive  it  from  i 

him. 

7  But  when  lie  informed  it  was  his  request, 
He  freely  baptiz'd  him  as  he  did  the  rest; 
And  this  institution  was  own'd  from  above,   j 
The  Spirit  of  God  was  sent  down  like  a 

dove. 

3  And  his  sweet  example  is  left  on  record, 
Whoever  steps  in,  they  will  find  a  reward* 
They'll  find  peace  of  conscience  and  joy  in 

the  same, 
When  they  are  baptiz'd  in  Jesus'  own  name. 

9  The  Eunuch  we  find  was  in  haste  to  receive? 
His  water  baptism,  when  he  did  believe; 

He  went  on  his  way  rejoicing  in  God, 
While  those  that  rebel  must  be  tasting  his 
rod. 

10  The  friends  of  Cornelius  who  heard  Peter's 

word, 
Believ'd  and  received  the  seal  of  the  Lord; 
The  Holy  Ghost  fell,  then  their  joys  did  arise, 
And  Peter  commands  that  they  should  be 

baptiz'd. 


HYMNS.  301 

11  St.  Paul's  great  conversion  he  found  in  the 

way,  [the  day; 

The  light  which  shone   round  him  exceeded 
Then  he  was  three  days,  neither  drank  nor 

did  eat, 
Yet  he  was  baptized  before  he  took  meat. 

12  We  read  where  three  thousand   believ'd  in 

a  day, 
That  they  were  baptiz'd  without  a  delay; 
The  house  of  the  jailor  believ'd  in  the  night, 
And  they  were  baptized  before  it  was  light. 

13  Forbear  then  to  censure  my  being  in  haste, 
Or  shew  me  an  instance   where   it  was  the 

case, 
That  primitive  christians  deferred  the  thing; 
I  answer  my  conscience  to  Jesus  my  King. 

HYMN  214.  P.  M. 
What  think  ye  of  Christ? 

i  WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ?  is  the  test, 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 
Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him, 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 
As  he  is  beloved  or  not; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 


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2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most; 

Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost; 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 
I  could  not  confide  in  his  wordj 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 
Unless  I  could  call  him  my  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan? 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price. 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys; 

Yet  feeci  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys? 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him  betray; 
Ah!  what  will  profession  like  this, 
Avail  in  that  terrible  day. 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poo; 

I  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store; 

My  shepherd,  my  husband  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall; 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all, 


UYiMxs.  303 

HYMN  215.  P.  M. 
Jl  dialogue — Brethren  and  Sisters,. 

1  WE'RE  on  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 

To  the  new  Jerusalem. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  due. 

Sisters. 

2  0  Brethren  do  you  know  him* 
O  brethren  do  you  know  him, 
O  Brethren  do  you  know  him, 

To  be  precious  to  our  souls. 

Brethren. 

3  Yes  Sisters  we  all  know  him, 
Yes  Sisters  we  all  know  him, 
Yes  Sisters  we  all  know  him, 

To  be  precious  to  our  souls. 

Sisters. 

4  Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory* 

For  glory  is  his  due. 

Brethren. 

5  0  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 
0  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 


304  SELECTED 

0  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 
To  be  precious  to  your  souls. 

Sisters* 

6  Yes  Brethren  we  all  know  him, 
Yes  Brethren  we  all  know  him, 
Yes  Brethren  we  ail  know  him, 

To  be  precious  to  our  souls. 

Brethren* 

7  Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  due. 

Brethren  and  Sisters. 

8  We're  on  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home. 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 

To  the  new  Jerusalem. 
All  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
All  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
AH  rise  and  give  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  due. 

HYMN  216.  P.  M. 

The  thousand  years  of  Christ's  reign;  or,  thfi 
new  Jubilee. 

1  WHAT  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear? 
'Tis  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear, 
Th'  expected  day  is  come; 


Hi'MKS.  oO.~ 

Behold  the  hearen,  the  earth,  and  sea, 
Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee, 
Return  ye  exiles  home. 

2  Behold  the  fair  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  cloth  appear; 
FairZion  s  rising  from  the  tomb, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom  now  he's  come, 

Which  hails  tiie  jubile  year. 

3  Transported  with  his  bleeding  charms, 
King  Jesus  takes  her  in  his  arms, 

She  thus  begins  to  sing; 
From  pits  of  woe  and  fiery  chains, 
Through  floods  of  grief,  exquisite  pains. 

Behold  the  rising  spring. 

4  As  larks  and  linnets  sweetly  sing. 
All  around  the  hills  and  valleys  ring, 

Safe  from  the  fowler's  snare; 
A  thousand  years  our  souls  shall  dwell, 
And  sing  while  Satan's  bound  in  hell, 

Which  ends  the  jubile  year. 

5  The  dragon  is  let  loose  once  more, 
All  around  the  earth  his  legions  roar, 

He  is  for  war  again; 
But  he  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
Drives  Satan  and  his  army  down 

To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

6  The  archangel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 
A  threat  white  throne  shall  then  appear; 

To  unfold  -an  awful  scene: 


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An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Blows  out  the  sun,  consumes  the  flood, 
And  burns  the  broad  terrene. 

7  Depart,  ye  cursed,  down  to  hell, 
From  all  my  saints  to  bid  farewell, 

Never  to  see  my  face; 
My  calls  of  love  you  have  withstood, 
And  trampled  on  my  precious  blood, 

And  spurn'd  at  offer'd  grace. 

8  See  parents  and  their  children  part, 
Some  shout  for  joy,  some  bleed  at  heart, 

Never  to  meet  again; 
In  fiery  chariot  Zion  flies, 
And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies, 

And  Canaan's  dazzling  plain. 

9  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there, 
I  Jong  to  rise  and  wing  the  air, 

And  trace  the  sacred  road; 
Adieu!  adieu,  all  mortal  things, 
Oh!  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 

I'd  quickly  see  my  God-. 

10  Fly!  gracious  moments,  fly,  O  fly! 
I  thirst,  I  pant,  1  long,  I  try, 

Angelic  joys  to  prove; 
Soon  I  shall  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  soar  away, 

And  sliout  redeeming  love. 


HkMNS.  507 

HYMN  217.  P.  M. 
The  new  Jerusalem. 

WITH  pleasure  behold, 

That  city  of  Gold, 
How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  bright; 

Coming  down  from  above, 

In  its  glory  and  love, 
Adorned  with  glory  and  light? 

Prepaid  as  a  bride 

For  Im.!.) nu el's  side, 
Let  angels  rejoice  at  the  sight; 

Jerusalem  new, 

Its  glory  doth  shew, 
The  wisdom  of  God  and  his  might. 

Its  wall  great  and  high, 

Behold  it  with  joy, 
Think  of  it  ye  saints  with  delight: 

Behold  its  foundation, 

With  great  admiration, 
With  precious  stones  garnished  bright! 

It  lieth  four  square, 

A  golden  reed  there, 
And  angels  to  measure  it  right; 

Consider  with  pleasure, 

It's  equal  in  measure; 
Its  length,  breadth,  and  height  are  alike. 

Twelve  angels  there  wait 
At  each  holy  gate, 
The  righteous  rejoice  as  they  enter; 
For  they  will  behoM 


308  SELECTED 

A  city  of  gold, 
The  tree  of  life  in  its  centre; 

Then  proceeds  from  the  throne 

Of  the  King  whom  we  own, 
A  river  of  water  of  life, 

As  crystal  it's  clear, 

As  wine  it  doth  cheer 
The  heart  of  the  bride,  the  Lamb's  wife. 

4  There  those  who  do  well, 
With  Jesus  sliall  dwell, 

For  ever  and  ever  in  peace; 

They  need  not  the  moon, 
Nor  the  bright  shining  sun, 
In  so  glorious  and  holy  a  place: 

GocTs  glory  will  shine, 

And  give  light  divine, 
Therefore  it  nil!  never  he  nighty 

What  raptures  are  there, 

All  heaven  doth  share, 
It's  perfectly  filled  with  light. 

5  The  saints  shall  there  reign, 
With  the  Lamb  that  was  slain; 

The  face  of  their  King  they  will  see, 
There  standing  before  him, 

To  love  and  adore  him, 
His  name  on  their  foreheads  will  be; 

Great  joy  will  he  there, 

The  righteous  will  share, 
While  angels  their  voices  are  raising, 

How  pleasant  the  singing, 

Melodiously  ringing, 
While  saints  are  in  harmony  praising. 


HYMNS. 

HYMN  218. 
Weeping  Mary* 

1  \VrHEN  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek, 

Her  loving  Lord  and  Saviour; 
fTwas  in  the  morning  early  she 
In  tears  to  gain  the  favor. 

2  With  guards  and  soldiers  plac'd  around 

The  tomb  that  held  the  body, 
Of  him  whom  she  thought  under  ground^ 
By  wicked  hands  all  bloody. 

3  But  how  her  aching  heart  was  torn, 

To  find  the  tomb  was  empty; 
In  solemn  silence  she  did  mourn, 
As  onward  she  did  venture. 

4  Two  angels  in  bright  raiment  shone, 

Anticipate  her  sorrow; 
And  say  why  doth  this  creature  mourn, 
And  why  this  gloomy  sorrow. 

5  Whom  seek  thou,  Mary,  they  did  say, 

And  why  this  solemn  mourning? 
Because  they've  took  my  Lord  away^ 
I  thought  to  see  this  morning. 

6  He  standing  by  her,  though  unknown, 

She  thought  it  was  the  gard'ner; 

In  flowing  tears  she  makes  her  moan, 

Not  knowing  'twas  her  pard'ner. 

7  I'll  grieve  and  cry,  poor  Mary  said, 

Till  I  know  where  they've  laid  him; 
And  quickly  turning  round  her  head, 
Began  for  to  upbraid  him. 


310  SELECTED 

8  Whom  seek  thou  Mary,  says  the  Son£ 

She  then  perceiv'd  her  Saviour, 
And  quickly  to  his  feet  she  run, 
Not  fearing  harm  or  danger. 

9  So  then  like  Mary  let  us  go, 

And  kiss  the  feet  of  Jesus; 
He'll  cleanse  us  all  from  sin  and  woe. 
In  glory  he'll  receive  us. 

HYMN  219. 

The  gospel  market. 

1  WHY  stand  you  here  idle  my  friends  all  the 

day,  [pass  away! 

Your  moments  are  fleeting,  they'll  soon 
The  market  is  open,  the  store  you  may  see, 
Then  come  take  in  welcome,  all  things  here 

are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon,  here's  love  and 

free  grace,  [and  peace, 

Here's  strong  consolation,  here's  great  joy 
Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless,  the  weary'fl 

find  rest,  [and  distress'd, 

Here  are  all  things  in  plenty  for  the  poor 

S  Here  are  clothes  for  the  naked,  here  all  may 
be  clad,  [be  fed; 

Here  is  bread  for  the  hungry,  here  souls  may 
Here  is  manna  from  heaven,  this  food  is  di- 
vine, [refin'd. 
Fat  things  full   of  marrow  and   wine  well 


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4  Here  is  oil,  milk  ami  honey  a  plenty  in  store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands,  yea   millions  and 

more; 
Here's    a    balm   for    the    wounded;    here's 

strength  for  the  weak, 
Here  cordials  divine  are  prepar'd  for  the  sick. 

3  Here  medicine  for  healing  is  given  out  free, 

Here's  eye-salve  for  eyes  for  to  make  them 

to  see;  [to  walk, 

Here  cripples  are   healed,   the   lame   made 

The  deaf  made  to  hear  and  the  dumb  made 

to  talk. 

o  Here  lepers  are  cleansed  and  purg'd  from 

their  sores,  [made  pure? 

Here  sinners  are  pardon'd   and   souls  are 

Here    bondslaves   are   ransom'd   and   freed 

from  their  chains,  [pains. 

Here  all  who  are  willing  are  eas'd  of  their 

7  Here  are  armors  and  weapons  for  soldiers  tG 

wield, 
\  breastplate,  a  helmet,  a  sword  and  a  shield; 
The  poor  receive   riches,  a  crown   for  the 

head,  [dead. 

Here's   eternal    salvation  and   life  for  the 

&  Then  come  all  ye  needy,  ye  poor  and  dis- 

tress'd,  [bless'd; 

Come  and  receive  freely  and   be   ye  ever 

O!  come  without  money  to  Jesus  and  buy, 

Then  love  him   and    praise   him   forever  oq 

igt 


high! 


312  SELECTED 

HYMN  220. 
An  address  to  youth. 

1  YOUNG  people  all  attention  give! 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name: 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 
Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 

I  sought  for  bliss  in  glitt'ring  toys; 
And  rang'd  the  luring  scenes  of  vice! 
But  never  found  substantial  joys. 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice- 

2  He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
And  swept  my  load  of  guilt  away; 
He  gave  me  glory,  'peace,  and  heaven, 
And  thus  I  found  the  glorious  way. 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 
Dread  billows  roll  beneath  your/eef, 
While  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 
Who  slight  the  force  of  Gospel  truth. 

3  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone. 
In  rolling  years,  or  sudden  death; 
Your  morning  Sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  you,  in  darkness  grope  beneath: 
Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 
May  wither  like  the  blasted  rose: 

The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet, 
Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

4  Ye  heedless  youth,  who  widely  rove, 
The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bedi 
There  darkness  reigns,  ari'd  vapors  mor?. 
In  solemn  Silence  round  your  head: 


HYMNS.  313 

Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 
And  with  a  sigh,  move  slow  along; 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 
That  shall  be  o'er  your  bodies  grown. 

5  But  Oh!  the  soul  where  vengeance  reigns, 
That  sinks  in  groans,  and  ceaseless  cries! 
It  moves  amidst  the  burning  flames, 

In  boundless  woes  and  agonies! 
There  swallow'd  up  in  darkest  night, 
Where  Devils  howl,  and  thunders  roar? 
To  rage  in  keen  despair  and  guilt, 
When  thousand,  thousand,  years  are  o'er. 

6  Oh!  fellow  youth,  this  is  the  state 
Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 
The  way  of  life,  in  Christ  to  choose: 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  God; 
But  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 
And  Iieav'n  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

HYMN  221  20th  M. 

The  sailor, 

1  YE  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the 

flood,  [up  to  God, 

Whose  sins,  big  as  mountains,  have  reach'd 

Remember  thy  short  voyage  of  life  soon  will 

end,  [friend. 

Now  come,  brother  sailor,  make  Jesus  your 

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2  Look  astern!  on  your  life  see  your  wake! 

mark'd  with  sin,  [founder  in; j 

Look  ahead!  see  what  torments  you'll  sooiii 

The  hard  rocks  of  death  soon  will  beat  out 

your  keel,  [to  hell  J 

Then  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sinkt 

S  Lay  by  your  old  compass  'twill  do  you  no 

good, 

It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to  God; 
Mind  your  helm  brother  sailor,  and   don't 

fall  asleep,  [in  the  deep. 

Watch  and  pray  night  and  day  lest  you  sink 

4  Spring  your  luff,  brother  sailor,  the  breeze 

now  is  fair,  [torments  you'll  clear; 

Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  and  those 
Your  leading  star,  Jesus,  keep  full  in  your 

view,  [quite  through. 

You'll  weather  the  danger,  he'll  guide  you 

5  Renounce    your    old     captain,    the     devil, 

straightway,  [astray; 

The  crew  that  you  sail  with  will  lead  you 
Desert  their  black  colors,  come  under  the  rerf 
Where  Jesus  is  captain  to  conquest  be  led. 

i  His  standard's  unfurl'd,  see  it  wave  through 

the  air,  [near; 

And    volunteers   coming    from    far  off  and 

Now's  the  time  brother  sailor,  no  longer 

delay,  [P^* 

Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wageg  ke'll 


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7  The  bounty  he'll  give  when  the  voyage  doth 

begin, 
He'll  forgive  your  transgressions  and  cleanse 

you  from  sin, 
Good  usage  he'll  give  while  you  sail  on  the 

way, 
And  shortly  you'll  anchor  in  heaven's  broad 

bay. 

8  In  the  harbor  of  glory  forever  you'll  ride, 
Free  from  quicksands  and  dangers  and  sin's 

rapid  tide, 

Where  the  waves  of  death  cease  and  th'  tem- 
pest is  o'er, 

And  the  hoarse  breath  of  Boreas  dismast  thee 
no  more. 

9  Thy  tarpolion  jacket  no  longer  you'll  wear, 
But  robes  dipt  in  heaven  all  white,  clean  and 

fair, 
A  crown  on  thy  head  that  would  dazzle  the 

sun, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 

HYMN  221.  52d  M. 

The  query. 

1  IS  there  any  body  here  that  seeks  salvation? 
That  would  from  death  and  danger  flee; 
Let  him  now  repent  and  seek  God's  favor: 
He  shall  obtain  a  pardon  free. 


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CHORUS. 

O  Glory,  glory  halleluia, 

Glory  be  to  God  that  rules  on  high. 

2  Is  there  any  body  here  like   th*  trembling 
Jailor? 
How  to  be  saved,  fearful  cry; 
Listen  to  the  gospel  there's  an  answer; 
Believe  in  Jesus*  he'll  draw  nigh. 
O  glory,  &c 

S  Is  there  any  body  here  like  lep'rous  Naaman? 
Filthy  polluted,  and  unclean; 
Let  him  now  apply  to  Christ  the  Fountain; 
Wash  and  be  made  for  ever  clean. 
O  glory,  &c. 

4  Is  there  any  body  here  like  sinking  Peter? 

Venturing  his  strength  like  him  to  try, 
Finding  his  faith  grow  weaker  and  weaker; 
Call  on  the  Saviour  and  he'll  draw  nigh. 
O  glory,  &c. 

5  Is    there    any    body    here    like    doubting 

Thomas? 
Still  yet  in  unbelief  is  bound; 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  believe  his  promise; 
See  how  he  shows  each  bleeding  wound. 
O  glory,  &c. 

6  Is  there  any  body  here  like  fleeing  Jonah? 

Seeking  from  duty  for  to  fly; 
Thrown  in  the  deep,  o'envhelm'd  with  sor- 
row: 


HJMNS.  sir 

Call  on  the  Saviour  and  he'll  draw  nigh. 
O  glory,  &c. 

7  Is  there  any  body   here  like    th'   starving- 

Prod  ?ga  I? 
Ready  to  famish  and  to  die; 
Let  him  now  repent  of  his  hackslidings; 
Look  to  the  Saviour  and  he'll  draw  nigh. 

()  glory,  &c. 

8  Is  there  any  body  here  like  weeping  Mary? 

Mourning  his  sins  at  Jesus'  feet; 
Viewing  that  they  are  great  and  many; 
Christ  through  his  mercy  will  pardon  speak, 
O  glory,  &c. 

9  Is  there  any  body  here  like  happy  Simeon? 

Saying  in  peace  thy  servant  dies, 
Lord,  for  i've  seen  thy  great  salvation: 
Joyful  in  death  then  close  your  eyes, 
O  glory,  &c. 

HYMN  £22. 

The  preacher's  complaint, 

1  0  THAT  poor  sinners  did  but  know 
What  we  for  them  do  undergo 
Whom  God  has  call'd  to  bear  the  news, 
To  heathens,  Gentiles  and  the  Jews. 

2  Permit  me  one  thing  for  to  tell 
Which  my  poor  heart  does  often  feci"; 
I've  left  behind  a  loving  wife, 

Who  is  as  dear  to  me  as  life 

£7* 


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3  O  shall  I  stop  with  my  complaints, 
And  tell  no  more  to  God's  dear  saints, 
How  oftentimes  my  heart  is  broke 
Because  my  children  are  forsook. 

4  'Tis  now  and  then  I  do  them  see, 
Which  is  a  small  comfort  to  me, 
But  with  them  soon  must  part  again, 
Which  gives  to  my  poor  soul  fresh  pain. 

5  It's  often  when  I  do  them  leave, 

They  weep  and  sigh  and  sigh  and  grieve, 
But  to  their  mama  they  will  turn, 
Which  causes  her  to  weep  and  mourn. 

6  Their  mama  then  does  them  embrace, 
While  tears  ran  trickling  down  her  face; 
To  comfort  them,  she  says,  Don't  cry, 
Your  papa'll  come  again  by  and  bye. 

7  Thus  with  them  often  I  do  part 
With  weeping  eyes  and  aching  heart; 
'Tis  hard  for  me  to  leave  them  so, 
When  reasons  why  they  do  not  know. 

8  But  this  a'nt  all  I  undergo, 

I  have  to  face  cold  winds  and  snow, 
And  often  through  the  desert  ride 
To  seek  my  Master's  Son  a  bride. 

9  Sometimes  in  sultry  globes  I  pant, 
Smothers  arise  and  make  me  faint: 
The  scorching  sun  beats  down  so  fair. 
I  long  for  one  sweet  breath  of  air. 


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10  The  clouds  arise  and  thunders  break, 
I  feel  the  ground  under  me  shake, 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  sound, 
And  wet  all  through  I'm  often  found. 

11  Through  creeks  and  rivers  swift  and  wide 
Both  high  and  low  I  have  to  ride, 
Perhaps  beat  down  sometime  before 

I  can  reach  safe  the  other  shore. 

12  Sometimes  in  open  chambers  sleep, 
Or  in  some  little  bed  I  creep, 

I  cannot  rest  for  want  of  clothes, 
Smother'd  in  smoke  and  almost  froze. 

IS  Often  with  hunger  I  grow  faint, 
Riding  a  distance,  almost  spent; 
My  money's  out,  I  cannot  buy, 
Where  I  to  suffer  now  and  die. 

14  Sometimes  with  false  brethren  I  meet, 
Whose  hearts  are  full  of  vain  deceit; 
They  seem  quite  clever  at  the  first, 
Yet  of  all  men  they  are  the  worst. 

1  5  For  my  poor  soul  they  lay  in  wait, 
And  in  my  paths  they  spread  their  net; 
And  what  is  worse,  is  harsh  to  tell, 
They  seem  to  wish  my  soul  to  hell. 

15  Of  these  King  David  did  complain, 
By  these  our  Saviour  once  was  slain; 
Ten  of  them  once,  as  Scriptures  tell, 
Conspir'd  young  Joseph  for  to  sell. 


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17  In  perils  with  these  St.  Paul  did  cry* 
And  hy  them  good  men  often  die; 
The  first  man  that  was  ever  slain 
Fell  by  his  wicked  brother  Cain. 

18  The  wicked  world  quite  in  a  rage 
To  persecute  they  do  engage; 

Their  hearts  are  hard,  their  eyes  are  blind  v 
Their  tongues  are  sharp  and  prove  unkind. 

19  Satan,  with  all  the  troops  of  hell, 
Tries  to  drive  me  from  Zion's  hill, 
Tempting  me  hard;  it  is  no  jest, 

I  have  my  match  for  to  resist. 

SO  My  natural  brethren  do  cry  out, 
1  wonder  what  he  is  about: 
Why  does  he  thus  fatigue  his  life; 
I  do  not  think  he  loves  his  wife. 

31  But  0,  if  they  would  consider, 

They'd  know  why  she  is  like  a  widow: 
A  view  of  souls  expos'd  to  hell 
Has  caus'd  me  to  bid  her  farewell. 

■12  The  worth  of  souls  lay  near  my  heart, 
Which  causes  me  with  all  to  part: 
Both  wife  and  children,  friends  and  all 
Upon  poor  sinners  for  to  call. 

23  O  may  the  Lord  be  with  my  mouth 
While  I  am  travelling  north  and  south, 
With  mighty  power  bless  every  word, 
That  sinners  may  turn  to  the  Lord. 

34  Then  when  I've  done  my  work  below* 
I'll  gladly  quit  this  vale  of  wo: 


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321 


I  hope  to  meet  my  friends  above 
To  clasp  them  in  the  arms  of  love. 

25  In  that  sweet  world  there'll  be  no  pain, 
Nor  fears  of  parting  there  again, 
Then  while  we  live,  be  this  our  care, 
To  live  so  that  we  may  meet  there. 

HYMN  223. 
Joseph  and  his  brethren. 

1  WHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 

Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  nil  d, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 

2  A  while,  bis  behaviour  was  rough,      # 

To  bring  their  past  sins  to  their  mmd$ 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasten'd  to  shew  himself  kind. 

3  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold? 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told. 

4  I'm  Joseph  your  brother,  he  said. 

And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 

But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here. 
«5  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  dare  to  look  up. 


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6  Can  Joseph  whom  we  would  have  slain • 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did? 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain? 
O,  he  is  a  brother  indeed. 

7  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came, 

Full  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 

8  At  first,  he  look'd  stern  and  severe, 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart; 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "  ye  cursed,  depart." 

9  But  0,  what  surprise  whence  spoke, 

When  tenderness  beam'd  on  his  face; 
My  heart  into  pieces  was  broke, 
0*erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace. 

10  Poor  sinners,  I  know  thee  full  well; 

By  thee  I  was  sold,  and  was  slain, 
I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  receive  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

11  I'm  Jesus  whom  thou  hast  blasphenrrd, 

And  crucified  often  afresh; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd, 
Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh. 

12  My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply, 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
And  soon  will  receive  thee  on  high. 

13  Go  publish  to  sinners  around, 

That  they  may  bs  willing  to  coma; 


HYMNS.  323 

In  true  bread  of  life  I  abound, 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room. 

14  0  sinners,  the  message  obey, 
And  no  vain  excuses  pretend; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 
To  Jesus  our  brother  and  friend. 

HYMN  223.  C.  M. 

Church  union. 

1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  bum'd  while  Jesus  spoke, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  the  enlarg'd  desire. 

chorus.  L.  M. 

A  Saviour  let  creation  sing, 
A  Saviour  let  all  heaven  ring, 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  following  those  who're  gone  before, 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain, 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower. 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 


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5  A  rilf,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  fchake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
A  Saviour,  &c. 

6  And  when  thou  makest  thy  jewels  up, 

A.nd  set'st  thy  starry  crown, 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  that  shine. 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own. 

T  May  we  the  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners  sav'd  by  grace. 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd. 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 
A  Saviour,  &c. 

HYMN  225. 

Hosanna. 

1  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  I'm  fill'd  with  his  praises, 

Come  oh  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me 
to  sing, 
No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warm- 
ing* 

It  gives  joy  and  gladness,  and  comfort 

•     within. 

CHORUS. 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna  we'll  raise, 
Hosanna,  hallelujalj  to  the  Lamb  for  free 
grace. 

2  Hosanna  is  ringing,  oh  how  I  love  singing, 

There's  nothing  so  sweet  as  the  sound  of 
his  name, 


HTMN9L  3£5 

The  angels  in  glory,  repeat  the  glad  story, 
Of  Jesus'  love   which  is  made  known  to 
men. 

Hosanna,  &c. 

3  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  who  died  for  to  save  us, 

I'll  serve  him,  and  love  him,  wherever  1  go; 
He's  now  gone  to  heaven,  the  spirit  is  given, 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  be- 
low. 
Hosanna,  &c. 

4  Hosanna  forever,  his  grace  like  a  river, 

Is    rising   and    spreading    all    over    the 
land, 
His  love  is  unbounded,  to  all  its  extended, 
And  sinners  are  feeling  the  heavenly  flame. 
Hosanna,  &c. 

5  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  my  soul  how  it  pleases, 

To  see  sinners  falling  and  crying  to  God, 
To  see  them  now  rising  'tis  truly  surprising, 
They've  found  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus' 
blood. 
Hosanna,  &c. 

6  Hosanna  is  ringing,  O  how  they  love  singing, 
The  praises  of  Jesus  and  tasting  his  love, 
The  sound  goes  to  heaven,  the  spirit  is  giveta, 
It  rolls  thro'  my  soul  from  the  mansion?. 
above. 
Hosanna^  &c 
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7  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  my  soul  feels  him  pi  ecjous, 

In  sweet  streams  of  glory   he  comes  trom 

My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  blood 
%  flowing,  . 

I'm  sure  that  my  Jesus  I  realty  love. 
Hosanna,  &c. 

8  Hosanna  is  ringing,  the  saints  they  are  sing- 

And  marching  to  glory  in  bright  royal 
bands,  '  ' 

Come  on  my  dear  brethren   let's  all  go  to 
heaven,  . . 

For  Jesus  invites  us  with  crowns  in   Iws 
hands. 

Hosanna,  &c. 

9  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 

I'll  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime, 
When  shall  I  see  Jesus  and  dwell  on  his 
praises,  . 

And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna,  we'll  raise, 
Hosanna,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  for  free 
grace. 

HYMN  2£6. 

The  invitation. 

1  OH1  hearken  sinners,  we  have  come 
To  warn  you  of  your  danger; 
We  pray  be  reconcil'd  to  him 
Who  once  lay  in  the  manger. 


HYMNS.  327 


CHORUSu 


ilo!  every  one  that  thirst, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 

Like  Zion-s  sons  and  daughters. 

9,  The  awful  God  that  made -your  souls, 
And  all  the  world  around  you, 
Doth  charge  you  with  ten  thousand  crimes 
But  hatetli  to  confound  you. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 

3  The  cross  of  Christ  you'll  have  to  bear 

Fearless  of  persecution, 
Or  groan  you  will,  when  time  shall  cease, 
In  darkness  and  confusion. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 

4  Come  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls 

Who  long  to  be  forgiven, 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you 
From  the  good  Lord  of  heaven— 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 

5  Behold  tl|p  crowd  that's  travelling  on, 

In  paths  of  self-denial! 
They  march  along  the  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  8{c. 

p  Shall  unbelief  deprive  you  from 
The  knowledge  of  your  Saviour? 


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Believe  and  you'll  be  justified— 
Believe  and  live  forever. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Qc. 

7  Via  not  surpris'd  that  saints  do  sing, 

And  angels  shout  and  wonder, 
I  would  sing  glory  if  I  could 
As  loud  as  mighty  thunder. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 

8  Let  heaven  and  earth  with  me  unite, 

To  sing  and  shout  hosanna; 
The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thrist,  <J*c. 

&  My  weight  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 
My  soul  is  fill'd  with  glory, 
0  for  another  tongue  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 

10  Poor  sinners  often  laugh  and  scoff 

Because  I  sing  hosanna, 
But  they  don't  know  what  this  doth  mean, 
My  soul  is  eating  manna. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirst ,  Sfc. 

11  The  cold  professors  do  detest 

Such  noise  and  loud  hosannas, 
But  they  would  shout  as  loud  as  \ve9 
If  they  had  tasted  manna. 
Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  Sfc. 


HYMNS. 

12  My  old  companion^  think  I'm  lost 
Because  I  sing  hosanna, 
And  so  did  we  before  we  sought 
And  found  the  heavenly  manna. 
Ho!  every  one  that  thirst,  %c. 

V  Behold  the  croud  that's  gone  before 
Who  shout  and  sing  hosanna! 
They  stand  around  the  tree  of  life 
And  always  gather  manna. 
Hoi  every  one  that  thirst,  <$*c. 
14  Come  all  ye  followers  of  the  lamb, 
Love  God  and  sing  hosanna, 
We  soon  shall  join  the  heavenly  throng 
And  always  live  on  manna. 
Ho.'  every  one  that  thirst,  <8fc. 

HYMN  227. 
Glory  to  Jesus. 

1  REJOICE  my  friend,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Let's  all  prepare  to  take  him  in, 
Let  Jacob  rise  and  Zion  sing, 

And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  0  may  the  saints  of  every  name, 

Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  jars,  and  discords  cease  to  flame, 

And  all  unite  to  praise  his  name. 
And  give,  &c. 

3  I  long  to  see  (he  christians  join, 

In  union  sweet  and  praise  divine, 


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And  grace  through  all  the  churches  shine, 

And  grow  in  Christ  the  living  vine. 
And  give,  &c. 

4  Come,  who  will  march  to  win  the  prize. 

And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies, 
Where  love  and  union  never  dies, 

But  always  flows  through  paradise. 
And  give,  &c. 

5  A  few  more  days  in  pain  and  woe, 

A  few  more  suffering  scenes  below, 
Then  home  to  glory  we  shall  go, 

Where  there  we'll  see  and  hear  and  know.. 
And  give,  &c. 

6  The  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound, 

And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
And  call  the  nations  under  ground, 

And  all  the  saints  shaM  there  be  crown'd. 
And  give,  &c. 

7  Ten  thousand,  thousand  thunders  roll, 

And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
How  dreadful  to  the  guilty  soul; 

But  nothing  shall  the  saints  controul, 
Who  give,  &c. 

3  On  Zion's  brilliant  mount  we'll  stand, 
And  view  that  holy  heavenly  land, 
With  palms  of  victory  in  our  hands, 

We'll    shout    with    heaven's  friumphant 
bands, 
And  give,  &c. 
9  There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 

When  we  have  gain'd  that  blissful  shore, 


HYMNS.  531 

For  Zion's  warfare  now  is  o'er, 

Such  shouts  were  never  heard  before, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

10  The  rose  and  lilly  there  shall  stand, 
In  holy  bloom  at  God's  right  hand, 

0  how  I  long  for  Canaan's  land, 
To  join  that  happy  shouting  band, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

HYMN  228. 

The  radiant  band  of  Music. 

1  HOW  charming,  O!  how  charming 

Is  the  radiant  band  of  music,  music,  music, 
music, 
0!  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 

Of  music  playing  through  the  air! 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Angelic,  &c. 

Enraptured  spirits  play  their  parts, 
Angelic,  &e. 

Shout,  shout,  the  great  Messiah  is  come  to 
earth. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  ascending, 

Brings  the  joyful  news,  0!  joyful,  joyful, 
joyful,  joyful, 
Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's 
birth, 
The  great  Messiah  is  come  to  earth; 
Good  will  to  men  1  now  proclaim, 
Good  will,  &c. 

The  Saviour  is  born  in  Bethlrhem, 
Good  will,  &c, 


532  SELECTED 

Shout,  shout,  the  great  Redeemers  come 
to  reign. 

3  See  his  star  arising!  See  his  star  arising! 

In   the  eastern   sky,  now  rising,  rising, 
rising,  rising. 
See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky, 

The  day  spring  opening  from  on  high! 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 
The  types,  &c. 

And  now  begins  the  gospel  day! 
The  types,  &c. 

Shout!  Shout!  The  King  of  glory  is  born 
to  day. 

4  Shepherds  adore  him,  wise   men  have  found 

hint, 
Glory  be  to  God,  0!  glory,  glory,  glory, 

glo»7> 
Wise  men  have  found  by  the  rising  star, 

And  came  to  worship  from  afar, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  &c. 

And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent, 
Their,  &c. 

Shout!  Shout!  The  King  of  Glory  to  the 
earth  is  sent. 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  in  concert, 

To  praise  their  infant  King,  0  praise  him, 
him.  him,  him, 
Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  their  infant  King, 

And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing! 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host. 
With,  &c. 


HYMNS.  533 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With,  &c. 

Shout!  Shout!  the  King  of  Glory  is  come 
to  reign. 

I  am  happy,  I  am  happy, 

Glory  be  to  God,  O  glory,  glory,  glory, 
glory, 
I  am  happy  glory  be  to  God, 

My  soul's  on  flame  for  the  realms  above, 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
1  feel,  &c. 

I  find  a  Saviour  in  my  heart, 
I  feel,  &c. 

Shout!  Shout!  The  King  of  Glory  is  come, 
to  reign. 

HYMN  229.  L.  M. 

The  importance  of  time. 

TIME,  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh! 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day! 
Days,  months  and  years  keep  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Oar  life  its  precious  hours  destroys: 
"While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side. 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
The  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place? 
Was  it  for  this,  his  thought  designed 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind? 


GS4  SELECTED 

4  For  lofty  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  you  the  sons  of  time; 
Pilgrims  of  time,  ere  long  to  be 
The  dwellers  in  eternity. 

5  This  season  of  your  being,  know, 
Is  portion'd  you  your  deeds  to  sow, 
Wisdom's  and  folly's  differing  grain, 
In  future  worlds  is  bliss  and  pain. 

6  Be  warn'd.     Each  night  the  day  review. 
Idle,  or  busy;  search  it  through: 

And  while  probation's  minutes  last, 
Let  every  day  amend  the  past. 

HYMN  230.  C.  M. 
Jesus  worshiped  by  all  the  creation, 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  ail  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  crv, 

«  To  be  exalted  thus:" 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  ail  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

In  air,  on  earth,  in  seas, 


h\m.\s.  535 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

■J  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him,  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  231.  L.  M. 

Christ  apprehended. 

1  THE  traitor  comes,  with  ruffian  crew, 

"  Good  master,  hail,  "  the  traitor  cries, 
Then  gives  the  signal  kiss;  anew 
The  traitor  calls,  "  bold  fast  your  prize/' 

2  Whither  ye  rude,  unhallow'd  hands, 

My  Lord,  my  Saviour,  will  ye  bear? 
0  must  the  Prince  of  life  these  bands 
Of  vilest  ignominy  wear. 

3  He  must;  e'en  he,  whose  voice  could  bring 

His  Father's  legions  down  to  earth; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  on  the  wing, 
To  guard  his  life,  who  sang  his  birth. 

4  He  must;  all  rescue  he  declines: 

"  Else  oracles  in  vain  foretell 
Eternal  wisdom's  great  designs, 
To  save  a  guilty  world  from  hell." 

5  Behold,  the  willing  victim  goes, 

As  a  meek  lamb  to  slaughter  led: 
What  noble  fortitude  he  shews! 
His  looks  how  calm!  erect  his  head! 


356  SELECTED 

6  0  Jesus,  should  thy  cause  require 

My  blood,  its  heav'n-born  truth  to  seal; 
Me,  in  that  trying  day,  inspire 
With  thy  divinely-glowing  zeal. 

HYMN  232.  L.  M. 

2Vie  condemnation  and  crucifixion. 

1  BOUND  in  a  malefactor's  chains, 
Malice  his  innocence  arraigns; 
Malice  her  venom'd  spittle  throws, 
Fierce  malice  deals  her  fiercest  blows. 

2  With  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bleed, 
With  cruel  stripes  his  back  is  flea'd. 
Behold  the  Man—"  The  Cross,"  they  call, 
"  The  Cross,"  and  rend  the  judgment  hall. 

S  What  evil  has  he  wrought?  "  Away, 
Barabhas  save,  this  fellow  slay." 
Bleeding  and  faint,  he  bears  along 
His  cross,  amidst  a  hooting  throng. 

4  Inconstant  throng!  the  day  before 
Heard  your  wide  mouths  Hosannahs  roari 
"  Messiah,  King,"  with  shoutings  loud, 
You  hail'd  him.    0  inconstant  crowd! 

5  Tngrates,  where  shall  your  lame,  your  Blinds 
Your  sick,  another  healer  find? 

Whence  shall  another  Jesus  come, 
To  guide  you  to  your  Father's  home? 

6  Ah!  they  have  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Between  the  sons  of  infamy. 


HYMNS.  337 

And  now  the  scornful  head  they  shake, 
And  now  th'  insulting  jest  they  break. 

7  But  oh!  what  tongue  his  grief  can  tell, 
When  on  his  soul  that  darkness  fell? 
"  My  God,  my  God  and  Father,  why 
By  thee  forsaken  must  I  die?" 

8  Flow,  flow  my  tears,  in  torrents  flow! 
My  sins,  O  Jesus,  wrought  thy  woe: 
Help  my  weak  faith,  and  with  thy  pow'r 
Uphold  me  in  temptation's  hour. 

HYMN  233.  L.  M. 

Tlioughts  on  God  and  Death. 

t  THERE  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 
Lord  of  the  heav'n  and  earth  and  seas; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 
To  teach  us  all  that  we  must  do; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  rich  in  grace, 
Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw; 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face, 

For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come; 
How  many  younger  much  than  I 

Have  pass'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 
29 


33S  SELECTED 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled; 
There's  no  repentance  in  the  graven 
Nor  pardon  oS'er'd  to  the  dead. 

HYMN  234.  C.  M. 

Harmony  of  the  divine  perfections. 

1  SALVATION!  what  a  glorious  plan; 
How  suited  to  our  needs! 
The  grace  that  raises  fallen  man, 
Our  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  'Twas  wisdom  form'd  the  vast  design. 
To  ransom  us  when  lost; 
And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
Provided  all  the  cost. 

3  Strict  justice  with  approving  look, 

The  holy  cov'nant  seal'd; 
And  truth  and  pow'r  both  undertook 
The  whole  should  be  fulfill'd. 

4  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  pow'r  and  love, 

In  all  their  glory  shone; 
When  Jesus  left  the  courts  above, 
And  dy'd  to  save  his  own. 

5  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  pow'r  and  love; 

Are  equally  display'd; 
Now  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  above, 
Our  advocate  and  head. 

6  Now  sin  appears  deserving  death* 

Most  hateful  and  abbor'd;' 


HYMNS.  339 

And  yet  the  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 

HYMN  235.  C.  M. 

Atonement  and  sanctijicaiion, 

1  ALAS!  by  nature  how  deprav'd, 

How  prone  to  evrry  ill! 
Our  lives  to  Satan  how  enslav'd, 
How  obstinate  our  will! 

2  And  can  such  sinners  be  restor'd, 

Such  rebels  reconcil'd? 
Can  grace  sufficient  means  afford 
To  make  the  foe  a  child? 

S  Yes,  grace  has  found  the  wond'rous  means, 
Which  shall  effectual  prove; 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  countless  sins, 
And  teach  our  hearts  to  love. 

4  Jesus  for  us  a  ransom  paid, 

And  dy?d  that  we  might  live; 
His  blood  a  full  atonement  mane, 
And  cry'd  aloud,  forgive. 

5  Yet  one  thing  more  must  grace  provide* 

To  bring  us  home  to  God;    , 
Or  we  shall  slight  the  Lord  who  dy'd, 
And  trample  on  his  blood. 

6  The  Holy  Spirit  must  reveal 

The  Saviours  work  and  worth: 
Then  the  hard  heart  begins  to  feel. 
A  new  and  heav'nly  birth. 


340  SELECTED 

7  Thus  bought  with  blood,  and  bom  again, 
Redeem'd  and  sav'd  by  grace; 
Rebels,  in  God's  own  house,  obtain 
A  son's  and  daughters  place. 

HYMN  236. 
The  Jubilee. 

1       BLOW  ye  the  trumpet, blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound! 

Let  all  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransorn'd  sinners  home. 

3      Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  lands  proclaim; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 

Return,  ye  ransorn'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransorn'd  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransorn'd  sinners,  home. 


HYMNS.  o41 

5      Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest; 
Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad! 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  237. 
Redeeming  love. 

1  NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 

Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  tears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove. 
Cancel M  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye  alas!  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  aboVfr, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

CO* 


342  SELECTED 

6  When  liis  Spnrit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
Wre  shall  all  the  fulness  prov^, 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love-. 

HYMN  258. 
Fountain  opened  for  sinners. 

1  THE  fountain  of  Christ,  Lord,  help  us  to 

sing; 
The  blood  of  our  priest  our  «rucifi'd  king; 
The  fountain  that  cleanses  from  sin  and  from 

filth, 
And  richly  dispenses  salvation  and  health. 

2  This  fountain  so  dear  he'll  freely  impart; 
When  piere'd  by  the  spear,  it  fiow'd  from 

his  heart; 
Wrth  blood  and  with  water,  the  first  to  atone, 
To  cleanse  us  the  latter;  the  fountain's  but 

one. 

3  This  fountain  from  guiltnot  only  makes  pure, 
And  pves,  soon  as  felt,  infallible  cure; 

But  if  guilt  removed,  return  and  remain, 
Its  pow'r  may  be  proved  again  and  again. 

4  This  fountain  unseat'd  stands  open  for  all, 
Who  long  to  be  heal'd,  the  great  and  the 

small; 
Here's  strength  for  the  weakly  that  hither  are 

led; 
Here's  health  for  the  sickly,  and  life  for  the 

dead* 


HYMNS.  343 

5  This  fountain  tho'  rich,  from  charge  is  quite 

clear, 
The  poorer  the  wretch,  the  welcomer  here; 
Come  needy,  and  guilty,  come  loathsome, 

and  bare; 
Tho'  lep'rous  and  filtljy,  come  just  as  you  are. 

6  This  fountain  in  vain  hath  never  been  try'd, 
It  takes  out  ail  stain  whenever  apply'd; 
The  fountain  flows  sweetly  with  virtue  divine. 
To  cleanse  souls  completely,  tho'  lep'rous  as 

mine. 

HYMN  239.  C.  M. 
Efficacious  grace. 

1  HAIL!  mighty  Jesus;  how  divine 

Ts  thy  victorious  sword! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give; 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart? 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Come  with  majestic  sway, 
Down  from  thy  glorious  throne  on  high, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete; 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet. 
To  sing  thy  conqu'ring  gjjace; 


S44  SELECTED. 

5  Oh  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 
Among  that  favord  band! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound, 
As  round  the  throne  we  stand. 

HYMN  240.  C.  M. 

The  'penitent* 

1       PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies; 
And  upwards  to  thy  mercy  seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

i2      Oh,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence; 
Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm: 
Forbid  it,  that  omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  Hut  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt; 

So  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed5 
>lo  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

HYMN  241.  C.    M. 
The  Ministry  of  Christ 

i      HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes. 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne', 
And  e^erv  toice  a  sonar. 


HYMNS*  345 

!      On  him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 
Exerts  his  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst* 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eyes  opprest  with  night, 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

Our  glad  Hosanna%,  prince  of  peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heavVs  eternal  arches  ring, 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  242. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ, 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  king, 

Your  God  and  king  adore; 

Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 


AS 


SELECTED 


Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 

"When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 

He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 

And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice,  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home; 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice0 

HYMN  243.  C.  M. 

1  he  Fulness  of  Christ. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear? 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  founds, 
.And  drives  away  his  fear. 


HYMNS,  347 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast: 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

S  By  him  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain. 
Although  with  sin  defil'd; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

4  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Husband.  Friend. 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  way.  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought: 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  1  ought. 

6  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim. 

With  every  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  glory  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  244.  L.  M. 

Christ  the  Physician  of  Souls. 

1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid, 
The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'r. 

55  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns 
With  fatal  strength,  in  every  part; 


348  SELECTED 

The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sovVeign  balm  be  found?. 
And  is  no  kind  Physician  nigh, 

To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound. 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 
Look  up,  0  fainting  soul,  and  live; 
See  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear, 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give! 

5  See,  in  the  Saviour'9  dying  blood, 
Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow; 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood, 

Can  cleanse  the  heart,  and  heal  its  woe, 

6  Sin  throws  in  vain  its  pointed  dart, 
For  here  a  sov'reign  cure  is  found; 
A  cordial  for  a  fainting  heart, 

A  balm  for  every  painful  wound. 

HYMN  245. 
At  Dismission. 

1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace,; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  graces 
Oh,  refresh  usJ 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

To  thy  gospel's  joyful  soundj 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  ipdvation 


jtVmns.  S49 


In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound: 
May  thy  presence 
With  us,  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  giv'n, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away; 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heav'n, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay 

May  we  ready, 

Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day! 

HYMN  246. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high! 
Let  earth  and  skies  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name: 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
Sing  loud  forevermore, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load, 

Praise  ye  his  name: 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  he  won: 
Sing  his  great  name  alone, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

&  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  ioin  in  one, 

Praising  nis  name; 
Those  who  have  felt  his  blood 
30 


550  SELECTED 

Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  fame  abroad. 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

4  Join,  all  ye  ransomM  nice. 
Our  holy'Lord  to  bless; 

Praise  ye  his  name: 
In  him  we  will  rejoice. 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  witlf  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the.  Lamb. 

5  What  tho'  we  change  our  place. 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name: 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring. 
Hail  him  our  gracious  king. 
And  without  ceasing  sing. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

6  Then  let  the  hosts  above. 
In  realms  of  endless  love. 

Praise  his  dear  name: 
To  him  ascribed  be 
Honor  and  majesty, 

Thro'  all  eternity; 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  2*7. 

Farewell  to  the  World. 

\  WORLD  adieu!  thou  real  cheatf 
Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 


HYMNS. 


FilPd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 
Foolish  hopes,  and  false  alarms; 
Wow  I  see,  as  clear  as  day, 
How  thy  follies  pass  away. 
Vain  thy  entertaining  sights,, 
False  thy  promises  renew  d 
All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 
Does  but  flatter  and  delude: 
Thee  I  quit,  for  heav'n  above; 
Object  of  the  noblest  love. 

i  Farewell  honour's  empty  pride, 
Thy  own  nice  uncertain  gust, 
If  the  least  mischance  betide, 
Lays  thee  lower  than  the  dust: 
Worldly  honors  end  in  gall, 
Rise  to-day—to-morrow  fall. 

i  Foolish  vanity— farewell- 
More  inconstant  than  the  waves; 
Where  thy  soothing  fancies  dwell, 
Purest  tempers  they  deprave: 
He,  to  whom  I  fly  from  thee, 
Jesus  Christ  shall  set  me  free. 

5  Let  not,  Lord!  my  wand'ring  mind 
Follow  after  fleeting  toys, 

Since,  in  thee  alone,  1  find 
Solid  and  substantial  joys: 
Joys  which  never  overpast, 
Through  eternity  shall  last. 

6  Lord!  how  happy  is  a  heart, 
After  thee  while  it  aspires! 


552  SELECTED 

True  and  faithful  as  thou  art, 
Thou  shalt  answer  its  desires; 
It  shall  see  the  glorious  scene 
Of  thine  everlasting  reign, 


INDEX. 

Afflicted  saint  to  Christ  draw  near 
Alas!  alas!  why  is  it  so 
Attend,  my  soul,  the  sacred  page 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 
And  am  1  born  to  die 
Ah!  whence  that  hollow  groan 
Ah!  lovely  appearance  of  death 
All  you  that  in  the  flood 
Almighty  love  inspire 
Attend,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
Arise  my  dear  love,  my  undefil'd  dove 
All  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near 
As  shepherds  in  Jewry,  &x. 
As  Jacob  on  his  jonrney  went 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 
A  mixture  of  joy  and  trouble,  &c. 
Awake,  my  soul  in  joyful  lays 
eAH  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name 
Amazing  grace!  how  sweet  the  sound 
All  glory  to  mercy  we  bring 
Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 
Ah  Lord!  ah  Lord!  what  have  I  done 
All  converted  train 
And  canst  thou  then  believe,  my  soul 
Asham'd  of  Christ!  my  soul  disdain 
Alas!  by  nature  how  depraved 
By  whom  was  David  taught 
Behold  the  sin  atoning  Lamb 
Bless'd  be  my  God  that  1  was  born 
By  faith  I  am  a  conqueror 
30* 


35,4  INDEX. 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near  39 

By  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal  43 

Brethren,  I  bid  you  all  farewell  44 

Behold  a  lovely  vine  45 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here  47 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  240 

Bound  in  a  malefactor's  chains  336 

Christ  our  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  47 

Come  let  me  love;  or  is  my  mind  49 

Come,  friends  and  relations,  come,  &c.  50 

Come  to  the  glorious  gospel  feast  52 

Come  needy  sinners,  hear  me  tell  53 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast  54 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy  55 

Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join  57 

Come,  angels,  seize  your  harps  of  gold  58 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  59 

Come  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  60 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me  6 1 

Come,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace  62 

Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims,  round  64 

Come,  ev'ry  pious  heart  66 

Come,  all  ye  wand'ring  pilgrims  dear  67 

Constraint!  by  their  Lord  to  embark  69 

Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  &c.  70 

Come,  all  ye  weary  travelers  71 

Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  74 

Come  my  soul,  and  let  us  try  77 

Christ  :s  set  on  Zion's  hill  79 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  King  8t 

Come  all  who  are  New-Lights  indeed  82 

Come  all  ye  saints  and  sinners  near  84 

0oiAe  all  who  spend  your  youthful  days  95 


index,  555 

Come  brethren,  anil  rejoice  with  me  89 

Come  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs  91 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  334 

Come  think  on  death  and  judgment  9'2 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm  96 

Draw  near,  my  friends,  rejoice  with  mte  97 

Dear  Lord,  I  see  in  Peter's  case  98 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  99 

Dark  and  stormy  is  the  desert  100 

Death  it  is  the  King  of  terrors  101 
Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made  347 

Eternal  pow'r  whose  high  abode  103 

Elijah's  example  declares  104 

Encourag'd  by  thy  word  105 

Far,  far  beyond  these  lower  skies  107 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word  108 

Farewell,  vain  world,  1  must  be  gone  109 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise  101 

Father  of  mercies!  God  of  love  111 

Farewell,  my  brethren,  in  the  Lord  112 

From  the  regions  of  love  114 

From  the  realms  where  the  day,  &c.  115 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  .way  118 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son  1 19 

Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound  120 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear  121 

Go  on,  ye  pilgrims,  here  below  122 

Great  God!  from  thee  the  spirit  came  123 

Glory  to  God  on  high  S49 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise  124 

Hail  sovereign  love!  that  first  began  125 

How  lost  was  my  condition  127 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy  128 


S5Q 


Head  of  the  church  triumphant  1*29 

How  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  mind  134 

Here  stands  a  barren  tree.  136 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll  137 

How  arduous  is  the  preacher's  fight  138 

He  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  139 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet  140 

How  can  L  sleep,  when  angels  sing  141 

Happy  the  humble  souls  that  know  144 

Hark!  listen  to  the  trumpeters  145 

Hail,  the  new  year,  that's  now  begun  147 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints,  &c.  130 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hour  132 

How  happy  are  they  133 

How  charming,  0!  how  charming  331 

Hosanna  to  Jesus,  I'm  fill'd  with,  &c.  324 
Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes    344 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus;  how  divine  343 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds.  346 

in  evil  long  I  took  delight  148 

It  is  a  glorious  mystery  149 

I  would  but  cannot  sing  150 

I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears  151 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow     _  153 

i  see  the  pleasant  bed  154 

In  jjda's  dreary  wilderness  155 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  baptist  stands  156 

it  grieves  me,  Lord,  it  grieves  me  sore  157 

I  set  myself  against  the  Lord  158 

I'm  tir'd  with  visits,  modes  and  forms  161 

I've  'listed  in  the  holy  war  162 

I  Am  hath  sent  me  to  you  164 

In  times  of  persecution  166 


I've  brought  up  children  saith  the  Lord        169 

Innumerable  foes  J™ 

In  the  house  of  king  Davul  &c.  17- 

Is  this  unpleasing  cup  now  given  174 

I  sing  a  song  which  doth  belong  y* 

I  want  not  India's  pearly  shore  I/O 

In  heav'nly  choirs  a  question  rose 

Is  there  any  body  here  &c.  31 J 

Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup  l*£ 

Jesus  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone  17» 

Jesus  Christ  hath  pow'r  alone 

Jesus,  I'll  sing  of  thy  free  grace  180 

Jesus,  my  truth  my  way  J«» 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye  J" 

Jesus,  in  my  youthful  bloom 

Jesus,  at  thy  command  *  35 

Jesus,  the  friend  of  man  180 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home  18/ 

Keep  silence  all  created  things 

Kind  souls,  who  for  the  mis'nes  moan         190 

King  Hezekiah  lay  diseas'd  191 

Lord,  thou  hast  been  thy  children's  God       i93 

Lord,  thou  with  an  unerring:  beam 

Long  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  dee,  Lord 

Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God 

Let  earth  and  heav'n  agree  J9o 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 

Look,  how  the  sons  of  Zion  lay 

Lord,  hear  a  burden'd  sinner  mourn 

Lord,  bid  me  come  to  thee 

Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 

Let  world  I  v  minds  the  world  pursue  203 

Let  strife  forever  cease  s&* 


356 


INDEX. 


Lo!  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  agree 

Life's  a  warfare,  I'm  a  soldief 

Lord,  when  I'm  injur'd  here  and  there 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Lift  up  your  head.  Immanuel's  friends 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 

Mighty  God,  on  thee  we  call 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David 

My  soul  with  joy  attend 

My  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame 

M)  guilty  soul!  how  long  beset 

Mount  Zion  is  my  home 

My  Captain  sounds  th'  alarm  of  war  224 

Methinks  the  last  great  day  is  come  225 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  &c.  226 

My  friend,  what  thousands  I  behold  227 

My  soul's  full  of  glory  &c.  229 

My  harp  untun'd  and  laid  aside  231 

Mercy  divine  is  sovereign,  free  253 

My  Jesus  he  is  all  to  me  234 

Mine  ears  delighted  with  the  sound  235 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading  236 

Now  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God  237 

Nov/  from  the  garden  to  the  cross  238 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein  240 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  341 

O  sight  of  anguish!  view  it  near  241 

O  that  I  had  an  angel's  tongue  242 

0  that  I  knew  it  was  the  case  24S 


INDEX.  359 

Once  I  abhor'd  the  things  of  God  244 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand  245 

Oft  have  1  sat  in  secret  sighs  246 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus  247 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit  250 

O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  &c.  251 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  256 

O  tell  me  no  more  257 

O  that  poor  sinners  did  but  know  317 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit  323 

Oh!  hearken  sinners,  we  have  come  326 

Precious  Bible!  what  a  treasure  260 

Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress  258 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  344 

Rise,  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings  262 

Repent,  ye  never  dying  souls  263 

Rejoice  my  friend,  the  Lord  is  King  329 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  king  345 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think  264 

Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit  266 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  268 

Stretch'd  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies  269 

Salem's  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name  270 

See  mercy,  mercy,  from  on  high  272 

Satan  the  prince  of  hell  273 

Salvation!  what  a  glorious  plan  338 

Throughout  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace  274 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  275 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  &c.  277 

The  fields  they  are  white  &c.  279 
The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching    28i 

Through  tribulations  deep  2&3 

Thou  hast  me  Lord,  a  soldier  made  286 


560  INDEX. 

The  son  of  man  they  did  betray 
There  fell  from  God's  favour  &c. 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 
The  fountain  of  Christ,  Lord  help  us  &c. 
Time,  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh 
The  traitor  comes,  with  ruffian  crew 
There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above 
Wak'd  by  the  gospel's  pow'rful  sound 
Whene'er  I  look  into  thy  word 
What  think  you  my  friends  &c. 
What  think  ye  of  Christ?  is  the  test 
We're  on  our  journey  home 
What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear 
With  pleasure  behold 
When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 
Why  stand  you  here  idle  &c. 
When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 
World  adieu!  thou  real  cheat 
Young  people  all  attention  give 
Ye  sods  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  &c> 


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